Friday - Deconstructed

Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Not Monday!!!!!!!!
-Not Tuesday!!!!!!!
-Not Wednesday!!!!!
-Not Thursday!!!!!!
(not Saturday)
-Not Sunday!!!!!!!!

At 7 am Friday mumbles and rolls over, "It has been a long week!"
Three minutes later Friday stares at the wall, "Let's get this over with."
"Do I have to?" It questions at 7:05 AM.
"What else would you do, write your papers?"
7:06
It throws off the covers and shivers.


Friday curses and scatters cranberries on the floor and steps on them in the dark. Yet again, it burns its tongue on oatmeal while it smirks at last night's episode of "The Daily Show," then brushes its teeth.

Friday rolls its eyes at the mention of "mitochondria," which isn't as stimulating as the bright florescent lights or as comforting as its bed at 8:37 AM.

Friday mutters under its breath and tries to follow the caffeinated instructor in Aerobic Fitness Class at 10:17 in the morning.

Friday limps into the shower and hastily makes lunch before the second flood of academia.

As interesting as society's anxieties regarding homosexuality in the 18th Century public and private spheres are riveting, Friday struggles to focus at 1:23 PM.

If only Friday can reach the cross light before the red hand then it can compare the commercialization of the Eastern versus Western female body until 3:25 PM.

Friday stands up, "Not dead yet!" At 3:26 PM and scurries to the bathroom.

Friday ponders "what's for dinner" as it washes its hands and escapes the white building.

"Let's go out," It suggests, "Because its Friday!"