Why do Thursdays suck so much?
Why do I bother getting excited about anything?
At work? At home? About my novel?
Every time I get excited about something, and try to share my excitement… Someone always pisses on my parade, and frankly makes me feel like I’m two inches tall.
I am now tired, and now cranky, and in physical pain. I want to cry, and I am reminded of how much I hate Thursdays.