There is no Devil, it's only God when he's drunk

The stale air of monotony is suffocating me on this Tuesday that feels like a Monday that just won't quit. Something about a Tuesday makes for the most point in a 5 day work week. That fat cat Garfield told us we were supposed to hate Mondays; that's easy. Wednesdays; you're halfway there. Thursday and Friday need no explanation. But its Tuesdays that are Gods gift to humanity. "They" say heavy rain is God crying on us from above. Well, Tuesdays are God's shits after a long night of drinking shitty beer.

Maybe I wouldn't have as much to complain about if I had less time on my hands in this 8' x 8' beige walled "office" I sit in every morning. I'm lucky I get to leave and have a dose of freedom, but even that is draining at times. I recognize how well I have it, getting to drive around, go to a different Subway every day for lunch, end my days early if possible. It doesn't mean I don't wish for better in this part of my life as I have received in all other aspects. It would be nice to have some enjoyment from this dump.

And the second day of the week NEVER helps. So in conclusion, fuck you Tuesday. You stink like beer farts.

Oh, and PS. I want to go swimming while I still can.