Thursday

"It must have been a Thursday. He never quite got the hang of Thursdays."
Douglas Adams, The Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy

I never got the hang of them either.

I hate Thursdays. It is the universal bad day out of the week, and I think there are more who agree with me. Most people finger Monday as the taker of the Shitty Day Trophy, mostly because most people have lives and do things on the weekend. Monday is the rude awakening back into the work world, the first echoing click of the black cogwheel called monotny. Tuesday dodges the bullet, and why not? Tuesday is an acceptable day. It is fueled by the energy gained realizing that Monday is over with and the realization that you, the worker, are once again indoctrinated into and also innoculated against the rest of the week. Many people find Wednesday to be the most desirble day, some simply because of the nickname "Hump Day." But the hump is a myth, dear readers. Most work weeks are shortened to ...

I fell asleep. Now it's Friday.

Where was I? Wednesday's role as the crest of the hill is overrated. Sure, you can rest your tired legs and let the bike just coast down the easy slope, straight into the brick wall that is Thursday. Fridays are alright and there isn't much more to say. Weekends, like Wednesday, operate on conditional enjoyment.

Thusday is that awkward gap between the middle of the week and the end, a 24 hour walk from the elation of passing the midway and crossing the finish line. Thursday is that weird space where you ask, "What do I do now?" Do you just wait for Friday? Do you even try to get through the day or just coast, hoping you've built up enough momentum to get through? And the cogs of time do not wait for you to make these seemingly trivial, weekly decisions that untimately are the most important of the week. It's a kind of endurance test. Thursdays wear you down.

If you're wondering why I'm rambling about Thusdays, I've had a stressful 11 day work week and visited home only to get in yet another fight with my alcholoic mother. I return today to try and reconcile, once again. I'm too old for this crap.

Fuck you, Thusday.