Thursday is the day of fear. On Monday you're in great shape because you've got the whole week. Then Tuesday, still pretty good, still at the beginning more or less. Then Wednesday, and you're poised, and you can accomplish much if you just apply yourself vigorously and catch up. And then suddenly, you're driving under that huge tattered banner, with that T and that H and that U and that frightening R and the appalling S--THURSDAY--and you slide down the steep slope toward the clacking shredder blades that wait on Sunday afternoon.
Have a nice weekend!
4 comments:
Man, it's weird. My copy had all these little Post-it thingies stuck in the pages throughout the book. It's OK though, I got rid of them.
Ghah! My precious markers!
How DO you like the book? Give us hint-sies? Don't be tricksy and make us wait till Tuesday.
I'm not sure I know which book you're talking about.
clacking shredder blades...huh. Monday is always the best. 125% efficiency.
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