Wednesday

This is what I just keep having to tell myself.  For me, at least, Wednesday is my last difficult day of the week. Thursday only consists of 4 hours at work and 2 classes and Fridays are only 5 hours at work. In my brain, if I can just get to Wednesday that I can live another week.

Except THIS Wednesday in particular is not like other Wednesdays. For several reasons:

1. No 8 AM class today (although I still woke up at 6 . . . I'm turning in my mother . . . not always a bad thing)

2. I'm taking my automobile - less friend to the bank today for moral support as he opens up his first bank account.  The man is 21 and he is finally becoming a boring adult who keeps all their money in the bank instead of in the box spring of his bed. Adulthood = slowing sucking the life (and the money) out of us one day at a time.

3. I have a job interview tonight! It is to be a hostess at this Italian pub in downtown Wilmington called Fat Tony's. Aaaaand this is how I'm feeling about THAT:

But this is how I wish I were feeling:

HAVE A NICE WEDNESDAY EVERYONE!