Wednesday I'm not in love... in fact, I do care that it's gray...

D'you remember how Garfield had this constant moaning over Mondays (which, in retrospect, seems kind of odd, seeing as he's a cat, and doesn't work)? I am developing this about Wednesdays... wait, 'developing' would be an incorrect thing to say; perpetual presence of dread of Wednesdays is probably more accurate... the bane of my existence, the one morning of the week where I'm not excited about the upcoming day, the monkey on my back, the thorn in my flesh, the anti-raison d'etre...