I hate Tuesdays. (Yes, I realize that today is Monday. I’m going somewhere with this, I swear.) As I prefer to hate the things that I hate rather loudly, I have made my displeasure with all things Tuesday known to the masses and I have found that many people feel the exact same grrrrrr emotion on a Tuesday morning. Seems that those I’ve spoken to about it – and I’ll do random things like fix my hair in front of the mirror of the rest room in my school while yelling to someone in the stall about whether or not she also hates Tuesdays and then I make her explain why she feels that way even though I often never know who it is that I’m talking to until the door to the stall opens and even then I don’t often know who the person is once she steps out and sure, maybe it would be good for me to learn her name, but since I’ve already found out why she hates Tuesdays, I think we’re already close enough and I’m kind of done at that point. Anyway, there appears to be a collective and very real feeling that Tuesday feels very far away from the weekend and that’s where the common dissatisfaction with the day rolls in, but for me, my problem is that Tuesday just doesn’t really feel like anything. It strikes me as an empty kind of day. There’s no umph to Tuesday, and even when it comes to something like the days of the week, I just don’t do all that well with anything that that doesn’t radiate.