Dear Wednesday,

Fuck you very much. So far, I’ve forgotten my coffee, discovered a bruise on one foot that I don’t remember getting, found that my phone is dead because I didn’t remember to turn it off, and discovered that I have a meeting with IT at work in fifteen minutes and I’m not quite sure why we need to meet about this subject again, save that IT likes to drag us to their building for every question instead of just sending a damn email. You suck, Wednesday. I’ve got your number now – it’s Fuck Me Day, apparently.

Absolutely no love,

Pagan the Coffee-Deprived