Tuesdays...

[alasanon]

...come on like wildfire, tossing everything before them in a hot and smouldering blast. They reflect furnaces, jet engines, burning souls and rushing bulls. Red-hot, white-hot, heat them 'til they're blue--this is a Tuesday calling you from the depths of the week, lost in between icy Wednesdays and sleep-now Mondays. Everything happens on a Tuesday, and you can't stop, not even for a moment.

i couldn't wait, i couldn't be patient any longer.