When I was a kid I used to get up extremely early on Saturday mornings. Between 5:30 and 6:30. I would watch Davey and Goliath (when ever I catch it now, I force my wife watch it) and then I would have to wade through some really bad shit like Captain Kangaroo to get to the three or four shows that I waited with great anticipation to watch every week. Then at about 11:30 or 12:00 it was time to go outside or over to a friends house play. This was my program for many years.
Saturday has always been my favorite day of the week for one reason or another. For a couple of years in there I didn't get up until three or four pm on Saturdays. I can't recall the reason why I would sleep so late on a Saturday but I'm sure there is an explanation.
Today I usually get up around 5:30 or 6:00 am because I have a tendency to go to sleep early on Friday nights usually because of my work schedule.
I generally hate Sundays. I find them depressing. Always have, always will. The only exception to this rule is the 22 weeks of football season. Still, with my work schedule I get a constant nagging reminder in the back of my head that I have to be at work Sunday nights at 10:00 pm. With this said I still prefer football to be played on Sunday.
I don't mind Mondays at all because for me Mondays are Tuesdays. I hate when radio stations complain about Mondays. Is my life and my job so bad that I can't wait for the weekend? What's going to happen next time when I look up at the clock and I'm 50?
Tuesday and Thursday are essentially God's interpretation of Ford's interchangable parts or vice versa. If you don't believe me check any Hebrew School calendar. I don't mind either of these days of the week. Once a year on a Thursday in November I get to watch a parade, stuff my face and watch the Cowboys and then the Lions, and now thanks to NFL network a third game.
Wednesday is a great day. I spend most Wednesdays fantasizing about hitting the powerball. The current Jackpot is almost 200 million dollars. The only minute of the day that sucks is 10:59 pm, cause that's when I realize I didn't win. I'm usually over it by 11:01 because I realize that the Saturday drawing is only three days away. Plenty of time to start the dream process all over again.
That brings us to Friday. By Friday I'm fringin exhausted. I get home from work on Fridays at about 3:30 am and my weekend begins. Allyson is usually wiped out by Friday as well. A lot of time we go out to dinner on Friday night and sometimes we go to a movie or out for drinks or something.
Somewhere in between Saturday and Friday, I also manage to work, write , spend time with the love of my life, interact with people, watch TV, listen to music, and dream. I also manage to sleep sometimes a lot, sometimes not much at all. This is pretty much the pattern of my life. I do this roughly 52 times a year.