Thursday is a day alone. Friday associates with Saturday and Sunday. Monday revels in its infamy. Tuesday is popular because it's not Monday. Wednesday knows it's halfway to greatness. Thursday just gets on with itself. I like Thursday. Unprepossessing, but happy in its own skin.
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- Spent nine months dreaming on my back. Opened up new horizons, if only horizontal. Woke up disabled, with a Blue Badge and bed hair. Walk with a limp and a stick. Cue the double entendré and the stick. Saving money on shoes. Spending it on thoughts. Overdrawn at the creative bank. Loan facility disabled. The irony! Stronger through weakness. Weaker through slogans. New journeys to be taken. Pop along. I'm off my back. I'm back.
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