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Friday, January 14, 2005

Thursday's the Worst

They called it stormy Monday, but Tuesday's just as bad
Oh, they called it, they called it stormy Monday,
But Tuesday, Tuesday is just as bad
Oh, Wednesday is worst and Thursday's oh so sad

The eagle flies on Friday now, Saturday I'll go out to play
Oh, the eagle, the eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I'll go out and play

Sunday I'll go to church, and I fall on my knees and pray

I say, Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me
But Lord, Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me
You know I'm crazy 'bout my baby
Lord, please send her back home to me


This is the 7 day week to B.B. King. My week's slightly different. Here's how my song goes (to the tune of B.B. King's 'Stormy Monday') :

I call it lazy Monday, but Tuesday's not so bad
Oh, I call it, I call it lazy Monday,
Still stuck in the weekend mood
Oh, Wednesday's slack but and Thursday's far from good

Got the high on Friday now, Saturday I'll sleep in all day
Oh, I've got the, I've got the high on Friday, Saturday I'll just sleep in all day

Sunday I'll laze around, maybe, just maybe catch a movie in town.

I say, Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me
I say, Lord, Lord have mercy, don't let this weekend end
You know I'm not ready to face the week
Lord, please don't let lazy Monday get to me

Many apologies to those hardcore BB King fans out there who are thinking of murdering me for ruining his song like that (I actually think my version's not bad) - I'm just relating the song to my own life.

Didn't manage to bring out the horror of Thursday's in my version though - 'far from good' is really too mild to be used to describe Thursday. Maybe terok Thursday would be more accurate.

My Thursday's are hell because :

1. I have 4 tutorials to attend. This means a few things - I have to rush my work like crazy the night before (Mondays and Tuesdays are lazy days) , leading to a late night, and since I have to be up early the next morning, I will be suffering from a lack of sleep and fatigue on Thursday. Also, taking into account the amount of readings we're assigned for each lecture, I'd have to lug a thick stack of notes around on Thursday. My poor shoulders.

2. After the 4 tutorials, there's still a 2 hour lecture. This lecture is one of the worst this semester simply because there are millions of chemical mechanisms to memorize for this module. By this time, I'd be struggling to keep my eyes open while frantically scribbling arrows on the chemical structures.

3. I usually have to give tuition on Thursdays. It really depends on which student I'm tutoring before I can comment giving tuition sucks whatever remaining energy out of me. One of my students is spontaneous and enthusiastic - she's a joy to teach. The two hours always fly past without me knowing. As for the other, my new student, he's unresponsive and disinterested. He always looks like he's going to doze off and looking at him that way makes me want to sleep even more. I do hope this is only because he's not familiar with me yet, and will warm up to me soon.

It's now 0145hrs, Friday. Thursday's officially over and I'm still alive. I made it! Now it's time to make way for the weekend.

[Time of Confession] 1:45 AM
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