Seriously, what the hell is up with Tuesdays? The last several have left me feeling like absolute shit. Today seems like the worst of the lot. I want to eat raw read meat and drink gin and throw shuriken at Care Bear figurines.
Or nap.
I remember a teacher in middle school talking about the pointlessness of Tuesdays. Mondays, they suck, plain & simple. But, they start the week, so they’re a necessary evil. Fridays are great. Thursdays, nearly to Friday – great! Wednesdays mark the halfway point. Tuesdays? They’re pointless. If the work week is a marathon, Tuesdays fall righ at that 10k line – a whole shitload of running yet to run, yet any of the initial excitement is long gone.
At least I get to poke my head into a tattoo parlor today, so that’s something . . . since I slept through any workout attempt this morning, I’ll see what the gym offers after my little adventure. Let’s just hope that I don’t show up with a raised middle finger tattooed across my forehead.
Yes… I quit tuesday. Tuesday is being a fucking bitch. I am just going to skip over it next week…. I think that is the best plan yet.
Tuesdays, making life worse for everyone.
tuesdays do really suck. I’d like to fast forward to Thursday right about now.
Seriously?
I love Tuesdays.
“Tuesday’s child is full of grace.”
A patient waiting sort of day . . . Tuesday.
I like it.