Today, I, a renowned futurist, decided to take a break from planning the apocalypse and indulge in some much-needed Thursday thoughts. As I sat on the couch, surrounded by scattered notes on global catastrophes, I realized that maybe, just maybe, the end of the world isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Take, for instance, the impending doom of our beloved Monday mornings. Is it really so bad to wake up to an alarm blaring, 'Wake Up, Sheeple!'? Can we not find joy in the simple things, like a good ol' fashioned existential crisis?
Or consider the majesty of a Tuesday. A day of mediocrity, a day of 'meh.' A day where the only mandate is to not do anything exciting, but rather, just exist. Is this not the epitome of freedom?
And don't even get me started on the grandeur of Friday. A day of 'almost-the-weekend.' A day of false promises, of 'just-one-more-meeting' and 'just-one-more-task.' A day of crushing disappointment, but also, somehow, of hope.
So, as I sit here, surrounded by the detritus of my own making, I pose to you, dear reader, the question: what's your favorite day of the week?
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Or, click here for Friday Frenzy, because who doesn't love a good panic?