tuesdays are the slowest days

not quite midweek but past the monday hurdle so you feel like you should be further along than you actually are and your cube is sweltering hot even though you can hear the hum of the air overhead and you can’t figure out why you can’t just get your shit together and get to work when all you want to do is crawl under your desk and hope that no one finds you and you have this half of a muffin waiting to be eaten and you want to eat it but it makes you feel sick and if it gets in your throat you think you might choke and cry so hard you throw up and then you have to explain, no you have to make something up so no one knows what is wrong with you even though they can probably tell just by looking at you.