I never got used to the fact that there are wednesday's. Never did, never will. Something about them seems unnatural, maybe it's the way my paranoia seems to glint off my silverware like the shining eyes of predator in bloodlust. Maybe it's the way that suicide rates seem to curb at noontime and then drop in the falling twilight. Or perhaps it's the way that the hump day seems to stand out so oddly when a pre-schooler lists of the days in a week. Whatever it is I do not know, but the fact still boldly remains, Wednesday's are an outcast, a pariah, a reject. An unnatural day, that remains extant, and I will never cope with that fact.