It’s Tuesday Again

I don’t like Tuesdays.
They are in the middle of the week and have no distinctive character.
They are milquetoast. Kind of wishy-washy.

Tuesdays are spiritless.

If Tuesday was a man, he would be a wadded-up-thrown-away-Kleenex of a person.
You know what I mean right? Chicago’s Mr. Cellophane type?
Meek, shaky shy, rubbed so thin by life that sunlight passes through him.
The man who’d give timid lessons to a mouse.
That’s a Tuesday for me.


And it’s only 9:30 am on this Tuesday.
Oh yayayaaaaa!!! URGH!!