My weeks go so fast. They are always good and each day feels strangely like every other one. They start on Tuesday and I can't believe how quickly Tuesdays come back to me. My weekly impression is that I love my life. Here is a weekday impression list for someone else:
Tuesday: Week begins. Feeling of motion. Ending with a motion sick stomach.
Wednesday: Feverish nightmares.
Thursday: Dizzy.
Friday: Attitude that eats away at my spirit and everyone elses.
Saturday: I like to think I'm productive but lately, I'm not.
Sunday: Wishful dreaming, realizing those dreams are but tools for recreational hatred toward myself.
Monday: Whatever
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1 comment:
In the first paragraph I get impressions of contentment: you love your weeks in general. But then impressions of frustration follow in the days more specifically. Macro Micro Magic!
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