“Thursday, you’re excited for the weekend, right?” I ask. “You’re making plans. And then you get to the weekend. Friday and Saturday are great. Sunday night is depressing; Monday’s just drudgery. You don’t want to get out of bed. Tuesday also sucks, but you know that if you keep moving forward, it could get better. My life used to be a Thursday or even a Friday. And now it’s a Tuesday. I don’t hate my life. I’m just moving through it, waiting to get to a Thursday that never seems to arrive.”
