Every day feels like Wednesday.
Wednesday is the third day of the working week. It is neither here nor there. It is three days after Sunday, two days after Monday, a day after Tuesday, a day before Thursday, two days before Friday, and three days before Saturday. Basically, you are stuck in the middle that is Wednesday, stranded on an 86400-second, 1440-minute, 24-hour period of stagnancy and uncertainty, squeezed in between the indelible past and the unforeseeable future, constrained by the fact that there is no other choice but to simply make it through the day.
Every day feels like Wednesday.
rowlandanthony
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