You’re like the opposite of dark-circle-eye Monday. I imagine people waking up and jumping out of bed whenever you come on. Even Rebecca Black piled praise on you with her controversial song. (Personally, I think she is a very good singer. But she didn’t sing so well because of that auto-tune.)
And today is Thursday, the day of mixed feelings, mixed like a cocktail. The day that I am beginning to trudge through the week, ever slower than I do on Mondays. My feet are in quicksand mud right now, and I need to hurry up because you’ll be there tomorrow. But I’ll manage. Don’t worry about me.
First, worry about paving the way to the weekend.