My hatred of the wretched day started before I even knew Supernatural was a thing. With that being said, I'd like to share with you why Tuesdays, are horrid days of hell.
Every bad moment in my life--that has scarred, maimed, disabled, or depressed me--has taken place on a Tuesday, or Monday night--close enough.
I was dumped, by someone I loved with my all, on a Tuesday. I remember taking two long, rusty nails to my foot, while I played innocently, but mainly brainlessly, on a pile of used wood. According to the hospital records that was a Tuesday too. And written, rather sloppily, in my diary on May 20, 2003, I got my period for the first time... Where of all places? At school. But I was ready, right? No. Was it a Tuesday? Ughhhh!!
And though, I have enough material to go on, and on, for a good ten pages, but I rather not. I'll just sit here, and bitch about the lack of rain, but abundance of shitty customers, and blame it all on the fact that it's Tuesday...once again.
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