132 days of darkness
15Dec/09

Tuesday

There's not a single thing good about a Tuesday, except for maybe the end. Not quite the beginning, not quite the end, Tuesday is stuck in place with no frills attached, no turning-back logic or end-in-sight hope. Do the unemployed hate Tuesdays this much?

There's too much commitment involved in a Tuesday. Monday you hit the ground running, and even though your lungs burn it feels good being productive. Tuesday morning you wake up from that run, arms stiff, lower back aching, legs cracking and crumbling like hardened bread. You ask yourself, why? Why did I run? I've never liked it before. How many more times will I feel the need to run before I finally accept that it sucks? This same concept applies to a Tuesday, that is, if you have a routine you hate. You find yourself wondering, why'd I wake up again? Why'd I get up and shower and skip breakfast and go into work to sit at a desk that makes my neck hurt? At least there's coffee, but even that's just whatever on a Tuesday.

Tuesday is so bad, that Wednesday feels like an escape. Wednesday humps the shit out of a Tuesday.

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