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November 23, 2019
I have nothing against Saturdays. Except maybe that I don't know what to do with them. Are we supposed to "do something" with days? I'm unsure. Is it OK that we let them be, let them pass, whatever. Sundays I feel better about. They have purpose, and they give me hope. Don't ask why or how, they just do. Saturdays, eh, most of the time they encourage me to sleep and forget. I like sleeping and forgetting, just not too much of them, you know? Balance. Sundays, on the other hand, they tell me to smile. So I do. Mostly.