Wednesday. Nothing interesting ever happens on a Wednesday. It's the blandest day of the week, void of both the dread of Monday and the excitement of Friday. It's the middle child; overlooked and forgotten. Really, do you know anyone who's favorite day is a Wednesday?
I wore lipstick today, hoping I could spice the day up. It all came off on my coffee cup, all before nine. The people here all walk around in the dark. It's always dark. Right now my fingers all have these little lights in them, they're distracting me with their twinkling, but no one else seems to notice them.
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