Dear Tuesday;
I can not stand you. You wake me up at 5:30 AM to go for a run, make me feel fantastic and then rip my patience out of me. You take away my voice at 10:30 am, leaving me hoarse and cynical. The work day drags on, gets hot, and then gets cold. Did I mention it got hot again? Normally I try and find the best out of a day, but not you Tuesday. I would take you off the calendar if I could.
Luckily work ends, someone puts a hot cup of tea in my hand, and I have some genuine laughs. Hump day can not come soon enough. I would like to be able to taste my Project Tasteless entry this weekend. A bangover is not sexy if I can’t talk (unless your into that sort of thing)
Tuesday, you can suck it. You may want to apologize for all my grief, or maybe just let the rest of the night go smooth. Okaythanks.
Steph.
