It's Sunday today, but it feels more like a "generic" day-or rather, it feels like what days must have felt like before we invented the seven days of the week. Imagine waking up in the morning and not knowing what day of the week it is. What a strange sensation that must have been. 

Hmmm-what day of the week is it? It's nothing. It's merely a day, a plain old day with no labels or meaning or anything. 

The Gum Thief, Douglas Coupland