Cracka WHAT?

I can't do anything right. Everyone is supposed to hate Mondays, yes? That's the idea. "Looks like somebody's got a case of the Mondays." Except I like Mondays, and I hate Wednesdays. Thus, I fail at life. This week has to end. Well, obviously it will. But I'd like to come out of it alive. Middle English can still suck my balls. Not relishing the idea of writing that paper. If anyone wants to see/speak to me, it has to be before 5:15 PM on Friday because by that time I will have reached a blissful, comatose state from which I won't emerge until...well, until I damn well feel like it. MAN ALIVE. Wednesdays blow.

Bitch, please.