>Damn the broccoli,
Damn the Wright brothers,
And double damn Thursdays.
Yep. Still here. I am in the Seventh Circle of Hell.
It is winter. It is beautiful out. And because it is winter, that ceaseless motherfucking thief of sunlight, I will spend every last second of potential exposure to unobscured solar radiation behind a desk.
Somehow the Wright Brothers must be at fault.
Sometime back my coworker and I had decided that since Thursdays were so bloody pointless we would obliterate them altogether and create “First Friday”. It was ruddy brilliant. Jumping from Wednesday to Friday? The sheer brilliance of it was blinding. “Second Fridays”, or what the rest of the sane world considers to be the only Friday, became somewhat of an event. We had themes.
– “Alice’s Restaurant” Friday. We had Arlo Guthrie looping nonstop for 9 hours solid. It was absolutely beautiful.
– “Dunce Cap” Friday : Self-explanitory.
– “In-a-godda-da-vida” Friday: Awesome in theory, but I must confess, this one was a bit trying.
– “Pi” Friday: A tribute to all things 3.141592653589793…
Unfortunately, the concept of “First Friday” was solely based in dellusions of grandeur. Once you lose the ability to delude yourself, you’re fucked, and once again left with Thursdays.
Double damn Thursdays.
I am supposed to be working. You can see how well that is going.
“This must be Thursday,” said Arthur musing to himself, sinking low over his beer, “I never could get the hang of Thursdays.” – The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy