Tuesdays are good. Wednesdays are bad.
Why that should be, I have no idea. On
Tuesdays, I can wake up with a smile on
my face. On Wednesdays, I wake up
after a dream that I was holding a big rock
in my hand, waiting to hit the guy that
was chasing me and saying "Get over
here, fag!"

I didn't stay asleep long enough to see if
I got him.