Saturday

Dear Saturday.

You and I are from different crowds. You're good-looking, fun, and generally speaking, people like it when you're around. Now I'll be the first to admit that none of those characteristics apply to me, but even so, I think you should know that today - just this once - you suck.

So much, in fact, that I would even trade you for a Monday.

Therefore, I would like to propose that you either (a)get with the freakin' program or (b)get out of my life altogether. The choice is yours.

Cordially.