Like any other Thursday, black as ever, like the clouds in the sky when I woke up this morning. First song I thought of in the shower was a DFA 1979 song, a Black Thursday playlist song definitely. But everything after that, today, everything that happened today, is supposed to happen on another day. Because every other day is fine except Thursday, it's black like everything that happens on that day; pure disappointment and misery. But today, was too good to be a Black Thursday. Today, in fact, felt more like Tuesday. Because Tuesdays are fine as hell. I feel so good today. I spent time with my lover and came home for dinner and my brother's lame birthday get-together at my grandparents' and it was all good. Abbey came along, we were in the car ride home with Abbey and it was cool. Then my mom whips out an iPhone 4 and goes so thanks for graduating with a diploma. Today wasn't a Black Thursday. Today was a fine-as-hell-Tuesday. I'm awed, really, at how fine Thursday's turned out to be. I can't quite wrap my finger around it but I think my Black Thursday spell could be broken. I know everyone's cursed with it and it gets broken one day. I guess it's when you stop giving much of a shit and let go, if you don't give a shit about anything and do whatever the fuck you want to do, your Thursdays could get better. They could become a fine-as-hell-Tuesday and you'll have two fine-as-hell-days in your week. Or you know what, maybe I'm feeling all this because I just toked up a little and everything's going so well right now that nothing bothers me anymore. Shit.
Now playing: Animal Collective - Brother Sport
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