Sunday evenings are the sign of impending doom, as the hangover from the weekend still hasn't worn out and the money gambled on the game was what you needed to pay the rent.
Mondays are the end of the world. No one wants to wake up with the regret of not accomplishing anything over the weekend and having to catch up on such nonsense at an ungodly hour on Monday morning when the coffee just isn't strong enough and the pens keep running out of ink.
Tuesdays are a rebirth of sorts. You wake up, make your coffee, get to work, but the work you blasted through the day before in a coffee induced stupor allowed some spare time for you to imagine your plans this weekend to see that kid you went to high school with.
Wednesday's a hump day, everyone knows that. If you make it through Wednesday, then you're practically destined to make it to Friday night pizza parties on the couch in front of the television.
Thursdays are just sickly. It's so close to Friday but there's just no steam to get there. The only thing that is getting you through are the thoughts of the Friday night bashers, the Saturday afternoon barbecues, and the Sunday morning hangovers.
Fridays are particularly nasty, especially the mornings. Nothing says hopeless endeavor like being three cups of coffee in and still can't open your eyes wide enough to see the boss talking to you. But as soon as the clock strikes that final hour, the eyes widen and any socially acceptable behavior you may have had up to this point disappeared quicker than a freshman's first keg stand.
Saturdays have a weird affect on the mind and body. You know that last night may have been too rough on the liver, or that you just should not have stayed awake for that long after a rough week at work, but you did it anyway. And now you have those dates, barbecues, social events, dinners, sporting events, etc to attend to, and you will, with the help of a little psyching up from the best friend for life (bffl omg) and you're ready.
And then Sunday morning hits, and you wished you slept a bit later Saturday and that you didn't have work tomorrow morning, but the weekend was just too good to ignore. We all know that Sundays are the days to get the stories straight for the Monday morning water cooler story swap while still in your coffee induced coma.
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