Fuck you and your mother too.
I have been trying to sleep for HOURS now. Hours. Yeah, I guess that’s pretty lame to try to go to bed at 7:00, but I have been kept awake far too late for weeks on end, and since I had absolutely nothing going for me I figured I’d knock myself out early tonight. No such fucking luck.
I have allergies. I take medicine at night to combat these allergies so that I may breathe, versus suffocate on my own mucus as I’m trying to slumber. This medicine makes me drowsy, and usually does a bang up job of knocking me the fuck out. Instead, I’m sitting here hours after taking it wired and feeling like I have no control of my muscles. Why? Because Tuesday is a fucking whore. Tuesday wants to drag me out until the bitter end of this useless mid-week day so that when I finally wake up Wednesday morning, I remember that it was Tuesday that made me feel like a ton of bricks fell on my head. Tuesday wants you bad and wants to make sure you feel it for the rest of the week.
As I said, Tuesday is a fucking whore.
If you read Garfield comics (and if you do, you’re a faggot), you know that Jim Davis seems to have some degree of malice toward Monday. I don’t understand why, Monday is a fabulous day. It’s the beginning of a mostly wonderful week, full of interest and… uh, wonder. So forget you Jim Davis, Monday is great.
Tuesday is not.
Fuck Tuesday.
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