|Thursday||2004-02-05 03:49:36 ET|
Thursday is like the day before Christmas Eve. You're nearly there, but still far enough away to make it seem like it's a long way off. "It" being the weekend. Or Christmas.
Two more days to go. Day 11 just began and I'm very tired of seeing this place.
Robert Smith hears my pain. He's singing One Hundred Years. K, the song doesn't actually relate to my current predicament, but it does feel like I've been at the studio for a hundred years. So on that level it works.