Why let us wish you an invisible Thursday. Be done with it. Get it over with. Fold it and stuff it under a week’s worth of carpet. As all good bachelors are destined to do once or other day. But no. Not on Thursdays. Has one ever acknowledged a Thursday’s bachelor? By thunder, no. Procrastinate from Sundays to Wednesdays. Have a day left out to grow envious of and we’ll call Friday-Saturdays that weekend we all imagined for good measure. Immeasurably if all else failed that day, chew on this, for isn’t chewing that repetitive act life seems to deny us to be bored with?

—animasuri’24