A Rare Treat of a Tuesday
Tuesdays are notoriously the worst day of the week. They haven't got the novelty factor of a Monday, Wednesday is halfway through, Thursdays are nearly Friday and on Fridays you're allowed to eat Crunchies. Abundantly.
I think of Tuesday as the antithesis of the weekend. Arthur Dent famously "never could get the hang of Thursdays", but I am actually rather partial to a Thursday, if it's done right. It has all the joyous anticipation of the Friday shimmering softly on the horizon, without the blunt realisation that, yes, it may be the end of the week, but you're still festering at your desk and all those Crunchies will still make you fat.
Tuesdays can be anything or nothing. I know someone who maintains that he can tell how his whole week is going to pan out by how his Tuesday goes. If nothing is achieved by the end of this, the second day, he might as well give it up for a lost cause. If, on the other hand, he has really made progress by tea time on a Tuesday, he can look forward to three more days of grand slams and snowballing successes. I'm not so sure of this, it seems a shame to write off three whole days just because Monday and Tuesday were duds, but I can sort of see his point. If by Tuesday things are going smoothly, then weekwise (assuming no large scale and unforeseeable disasters befall you) you might be onto a bit of a winner. I think that even if they've gone anti-smoothly (or 'roughly' as the professionals say) (I don't know which professionals) (perhaps professional maker-uppers of words) you can still turn it around by Friday, in which case you really do deserve that Crunchie.
Let us review my week so far.
(Note: When I say 'let us' I mean 'I am going to', and I also mean 'and I don't care if you don't want to', and I also mean 'oh sorry that was rude' and I also mean 'oh please don't go and leave me with no readers' and I also mean 'I am needy' and I also mean 'please make me stop doing this'.)
Monday: Bit rubbish. The word 'hormones' took on a new meaning for Tom as I launched merrily into my fifth day of being a 'whore' who did not stop 'moaning'*. Wrote a post on my blog about how I felt rubbish. Contemplated crawling into a hole and dying. Concluded that unless there was a TV in there with episodes of either Charmed or CSI (but not Miami) on it I would get bored of dying pretty quickly and have to crawl out and that just sounded like effort.
Was in a daze. Not a great day.
*Tom would never, ever say this to me. He is far too lovely and also wants to live to see his next birthday.
Tuesday (today): Woke up feeling a million and one times better. In the time it took to fall asleep, have various dreams about magical ponies and how life would be so much better if I looked like Alyssa Milano and then wake up again, I felt like a whole different person. A whole different human being. I raced to the mirror, was slightly disappointed that I hadn't actually been changed into a whole different person (namely Ms Milano), but nevertheless relieved to be feeling like I no longer had the weight of the world on my shoulders. Today I have arranged a couple of meetings, I have re-structured a song (in my head, whilst working) and generally managed to feel on top of things. The list of things I was worrying about yesterday is not so daunting. I am in the middle of reading three books, not because I am trying to be all clever and multi-task the shit out of my reading habits, but because I keep losing the book I am reading, starting a new one and then finding the original book, but only once I have become a bit hooked on the second book. This, obviously, has happened twice, but the second time I lost the first two books simultaneously, started a third, and then found the first two. I am a very quick reader (I'm boasting now) (and while I'm at it I might as well tell you that I can draw a really good pony and have very slim wrists) so it'll be alright, I'll cope.
To sum up: This has been a very, very long-winded way of telling you that, yes, I am fine now, thank you.
Bring on the next three days (complete with music video filming on Thursday evening). I am feeling good.
Also I am wearing these shoes:
which are making me feel special, despite the fact that they are blue jelly shoes. Don't judge me.