I mean, come on.
What does it take?
A little self-awareness, a little sense that you’re not the hottest shit being plated up at the restaurant of life?
Maybe the ability to turn your own self-image issues into something besides complete derailing of the train to productivetown?
I really hate Wednesdays. It’s like the circus of asshats around here, only none of them do cool tricks and there’s no cotton candy.
This is the BEST description of a bad Wednesday ever!