Is it Friday yet? Is it? Is it?

Wandering down Ayala Avenue or nearabouts, I was musing on the movement of the days through the week. It's a good way to waste time while fruitlessly flagging down taxis in a drizzle (what's up with the weather? Rain? in January???). So, everyone agrees that Mondays are a drag on the psyche, Tuesdays and Wednesdays seem to be middle of the week days that are just there, plonked. By Thursday though, all thoughts flit to the weekend, and like the annoying child in a long car trip, we start thinking of ways to waste our weekends, harassing our ulcers with shindigs and preparations. Fellow procrastinators would also agree that by late Wednesday, all sorts of mini-anxiety attacks start to creep up over the petty things pushed off from Monday to Tuesday and now it's the end of Wednesday without anything to show for it.