Well, it's Monday, five more days until the weekend - again. I've come to the conclusion that Monday actually isn't so bad - one spends a large part of the day in a fog, going through the motions, so to speak, so the realization that there are five more days to go doesn't truly sink in. Tuesday, however, is bad - that's when the fog starts to clear and the truth dawns... There is *still* the better part of the week to go before one can do whatever it is that one does on the weekends. Wednesday is good - one is cheerful, because the week is half gone (if you're the optimistic type), but Thursday is bad again - it's just a tease... It's the day before Friday, thus taunting one with the nearness of the weekend. Friday is a day to be endured until it is all over, then one can rejoice in one's freedom. Can you tell I think about this too much sometimes? :P