Tuesdays, in my opinion, are worse than Mondays. I’m usually imbued with a sense of optimism on Mondays, a sense of “let’s totally kick this weeks ASS! I’m gonna get so much stuff DONE!”
That lasts until about Monday night, when I am dead tired and I have to take pictures of stupid furniture and post them on Craigslist and argue with H about prices…(can you guess what I did last night?). But it wasn’t just last night. It’s Monday nights as a whole. The whole burden of an entire week to go before the weekend hits me, and I am not a happy camper.
Which explains my stance on Tuesdays. Tuesdays: the bleakest days of the week. Unless you attend St. Lawrence University, where Tuesdays are the magical “Senior Blues” night at the local bar, night of $1 Labatts (we were close to Canada, okay?). Suffice it to say Tuesday nights are awesome for Larries. And hazy.
Sadly, I’m not at St. Lawrence anymore, and I definitely don’t go out boozing heavily on Tuesday nights. I wish, on both accounts.
Instead, I will most likely spend my Tuesday night watching this on repeat as I irately shove kitchenware into cardboard boxes. Welcome to post-collegiate life. Word to the wise: never graduate. Cause they sure as hell don’t sell beer for a dollar in New York City.
Edit: This vid was brought to my attention by my littlest sister. Props, C. Better now?
Better Off Red 