Tuesdays...
12/10/02 02:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alasanoncome about automatically. There's not a thing you have to do in order to make them happen. Ever since they were first invented, they've always been there, just after Monday, just before Wednesday (O blessed day marking the middle of the week! Why aren't Tuesdays more like you?), and two days before Thursday, which, as I mentioned before, is the day of the week I was born on. A frigid Thursday morning in midwinter. That's what you get for getting pregnant in the spring, I suppose--a child born in the middle of the snow.
If I'd been born in a much earlier time period, I might have died, you know. That would've been a bit of a loss, don't you think?
Can you imagine, my non-existing readers, what this world would be like, were I not a part of it? Can you imagine the tedium? There'd be no-one at the counter at work! All my friends would have to find someone new to connect them all like little dots and lines. Someone new would have to stand at the centre of the map and sing out so that everyone could see where they were going.
Of course, there'd also be quite a bit less random torment in the world, and not a single person could say that were a bad thing, but really, weighing the one against the other, who's to say that me being in this world isn't a good thing? Or isn't a bad thing? Or is otherwise a thing, for good or evil or in between (which is where I usually seem to fall, really).
Anyhow, I'm going to bed before this depression eats me alive.
If I'd been born in a much earlier time period, I might have died, you know. That would've been a bit of a loss, don't you think?
Can you imagine, my non-existing readers, what this world would be like, were I not a part of it? Can you imagine the tedium? There'd be no-one at the counter at work! All my friends would have to find someone new to connect them all like little dots and lines. Someone new would have to stand at the centre of the map and sing out so that everyone could see where they were going.
Of course, there'd also be quite a bit less random torment in the world, and not a single person could say that were a bad thing, but really, weighing the one against the other, who's to say that me being in this world isn't a good thing? Or isn't a bad thing? Or is otherwise a thing, for good or evil or in between (which is where I usually seem to fall, really).
Anyhow, I'm going to bed before this depression eats me alive.
