It's the middle of the day on Tuesday, and like all Tuesdays I feel the weight of the week ahead of me and the sleepiness from the long weekend behind me.
I am really impartial about days most of the time. I don't complain on Mondays about them being Mondays. I always liked the sound of the day, anyway.
Monday.
It has a nice round sound to it. Speaking it feels round.
Monday.
But Tuesdays are different, and I feel for some reason that it is okay to call them tired.
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Something you don't know about me is that my fingers sweat a lot.
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This is the in between season. Its redemption comes from the way it encourages anticipation.
