Clench and Quench.

Hello there!

Thanks for dropping by the latest update of "Saturday" the book.  When we last checked in with India it was a not-so-great Tuesday evening.  And now Wednesday has reared its ugly head just so it can spit right in India's hot chocolate.  Here's a little something to jog your memory:

It's been a fairly standard Wednesday so far.  Which is to say, a drag.  A painfully early morning after a sleepless night, excruciatingly boring lessons about stuff that can never ever be applied in real life, a freezing, soggy gym class, and poisonous, unidentifiable cafeteria food.  And the hits just keep on comin':

It isn't that school is a bad place.  But when you're having a terrible week, spending an obligatory six to eight hours a day some place is enough to scrape the frosting off of anyone's doughnut.  Plus, it's Wednesday, which I always thought was an awful day of the week.  Some people might call that a pessimistic opinion, but whatevs.  The middle of a bad week is like being forced to drink a glass of expired eggnog.  It doesn't matter if it's half full or half empty.  You choked down half of it and you still have to drink the rest.

And to top it off, you get in trouble for doing something that doesn't cause any harm to anyone, like drawing in class or drinking during that meeting with the CFO.  That bottle was in a discreet brown paper bag and you STILL got in trouble.  If that CFO had to sit through his own meetings, he'd drink, too.

But what can you do, really?  About the only thing there is to do is take a deep breath, pick up that half glass of expired eggnog, try not to breathe though your nose, and hope that tomorrow, whether it's half full or half empty, there will be something less revolting in your glass.

Cheers.