tuesdays feel like wednesdays.

and wednesdays will undoubtedly feel like thursdays. and so on. i spent sunday at the office, see, which has thrown my work-equilibrium into a tizzy of dizzy. not that i don't work weekends, normally, but there was something about this past sunday that felt exactly like any other day at the office. everyone was in. there was the click clacking of other keyboards. the yip yapping of other people. the hem hawing of a humdrum 9 to 5.

only the sun streaming through the windows and the sound of spring outside gave away the whole thing. it was all an act, sunday. you were just posing as a monday to make us miserable. and it worked, making us work. jerk.

of course, i'm over it.

it's already two days later, which in slog-years feels like 100 million decades has passed. i have forgiven sunday, and am well into resenting the later days of the week. and by resenting, i really mean greeting them with passive cheerfulness. things seem to be looking up in a way that i just cannot be down about. cryptic, i know. it's best to be cryptic when you don't really know what you're talking about, see.

and it's may next week. may. may i just say, april, i hardly knew you? i mean, we did a little meet and greet. there was conversation, and a couple beers, a day at the park. but mostly i was too busy to notice, to care.

may i offer the month of may better company.