What day is it?

Thursday, right? I can't figure out where the time's gone since we got in that bulk shipment of documents. I've been dreaming in Russian, I'm reading so much of it. I can't farm it out to the gang, either, because I'm reading it for the sort of minute idiomatic or contextual clues that only a native or as-good-as-native speaker will pick up on.

I need to ship some of it over to Tel Aviv, I suspect. I also need away from my damned desk for a little while.