Another Manic...Tuesday?

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Ah, another Tuesday morning. I hate Tuesdays. Sure Monday gets a bad rap, being the day we all get back to the daily grind and all, but at least Monday stands for something, you know. It's got to have proverbial balls of steel to be able to take all the abuse hurled at it. Monday's are the craggy rock of defiance to the insatiable winds of humanity's hedonistic tendencies. Given the chance Monday's will fuck you nine ways from Sunday. Monday's earn respect.

Bah, but Tuesdays? Worst day of the week for me. The weekend is a fading memory and the rest of the week looking forward seems to stretch to the horizon. We've already discussed Monday. Wednesday has the luck of being the exact middle of the work week (heck in the States it's called "hump" day). It's not much, but at least it's a milestone kind of day. Thursday has the dual distinction of being the traditional payday, although that role has faded a bit in our modern times, and of being named after the Norse god Thor. I mean Thor swings the Hammer of the Gods. He has his own comic book! How can a day named after him not be cool? The other thing about Thursday is that the next day is...wait for it...wait for it...

Yes! Friday! A day which most of us agree is usually a pretty great day of the week. Heck, it has it's own celebratory acronym - TGIF. The day has it's own restaurant for the love of God. And the only thing better than a Friday? Why a Friday night, of course! And the overall inherent goodness of Saturdays and Sundays doesn't need me to say anything really.

But Tuesdays? See, it just hangs out there, mocking you. You can't escape it. It just needs to be endured. It is the trench warfare of weekdays. Like the city of New York, if you can make it on a Tuesday, you can make it on any day of the week, at least that's my philosophy.

The one good thing about this particular Tuesday morning on which I write this is the new automatic coffee maker (as seen in this picture) that was a gift from my mom just this last Christmas (thanks mom!) , which I programmed last night to stir itself awake at 5:30am to grind and brew me a fresh pot of coffee. Which it did. I love technology. But Tuesdays..they suck.

B out.

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Amr Adel Amin January 7th, 2009

1. Love the new layout. It looks awesome and everything is laid out pretty logically.
2. I want your coffee brewer. If you come back home today only to find it missing you'll know it's at my place... which is in Cairo.
3. And to segue off of being in Cairo, the work week here if all F-ed up. The weekends here are Friday and Saturday, making our Mondays fit your description of Tuesday.

I'm actually American - born and raised - and have been in Cairo since June 2005. But even after the 3.5 years I've been here, I miss "Friday nights." The name alone sounds awesome. Instead, we go out on "Thursday nights." Kind of throws you off as you try to associate all that excitement with a different day of the week. Oh well, same results though, right?

Can't wait to see the axe now that it's been set up.

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