Tuesday will be experienced as a thick fog that blocks out all light and all sound, with its origin being from under your bed. You will wake up, briefly, then upon seeing the dense cloud around you, you will decide it is wiser to go back to bed. Tuesday is not meant to be seen.
We have recently gotten note that Friday is late, and will be postponed. We do know that Friday will come bearing two-headed turkey and eight-legged cats all around town. You are warned to stay away from the two-headed turkeys although the eight-legged cats are okay to pet.
Sunday will be oddly productive; it will make you procrastinate on your most important projects by having you do all of your house chores and taking some time for your hobbies. “You really need to do your house chores,” Sunday says. “You haven’t cleaned your basement for two months. It’s getting very dirty there.”
the idea that people would do nothing if all their needs were met usually comes from a perspective of someone who works a lot and wants a break and doesn’t know how to conceptualize the difference between ‘i wish i didn’t have to do something i hate for 40+ hours a week’ and 'if i had the opportunity i would never do anything ever’
There is no Saturday. There has never been a Saturday. There will never be a Saturday. Saturday has been a figment of a collective false consciousness. Instead, we have all been tricked by the men who live in the woman down the road’s basement, and their experiments have been successful. Congratulations, men who live in the woman down the road’s basement. You fooled us. You go!