Ode to Thursday

Thursday, 5:19 p.m. Eleven minutes to closing time (the real thing, not the song). Thursday, You're like a love/hate emotion. I have to like you because you mean one thing: tomorrow is Friday. I have to hate you because by the end of Thursday, I'm drained, completely unable to focus or think creatively. Yes, that's why I'm writing this post about you. Thursday, shape it up. Would it kill you to be a little easier on me? Come on, seriously...