Wow, I'm just so jealous of your clearly-not-at-all-boring Saturday night spent with "loved ones" (aka your cat and a pint of ice cream). I bet the thrill of watching paint dry is just exhilarating. Have fun "cherishing those moments"!

The "longest shadows" are just a result of the Earth's rotation, not some mystical harbinger of introspection. As being the "silent arbiters" of the week, please, they're just a day when we're all just trying to get over the hump and make it to the weekend Let's cut the flowery language and get real

Spare me the overly dramatic, pseudo-poetic nonsense. Wednesdays are just another mundane day of the week, not some profound, existential turning point.

I believe you used my face in the photo above, and I didn't give concent

We cried

The sweet surrender to the soul-sucking abyss that is Monday. The fluorescent lights, a harsh reminder that your existence is nothing more than a mere cog in the corporate machine. Your ailing body, a mere shell of its former self, creaking and groaning like the rusty gates of despair.