Thursdays are for suckers.

I said this last week, and I'm saying it again this week. Thursdays are for suckers. There is no other way to explain this time of week. Plus, I can go on crazy tangents about anthropomorphic days of the week engaging in office politics (Thursday sits where it does in order to make Wednesday look better).

It is surprisingly enjoyable.

My high point so far has been laughing to myself that I sort of want to make coffee mugs on Zazzle that say "Back into your ex-boyfriend's car first thing in the morning and nothing worse will happen to you all day."

I think they'd sell.