Middle.

Who cares it is the middle of the week. They all just merge together anyway. Weekends are not so incredibly wonderful that they stand out against the work week. Yeah I don't have to get up put on some fucking khakis on and sit at my desk taking shit. Instead I vegetate feeling guilty about everything I should be doing. Or there is the option where I keep myself busy so I do not have to think about my pathetic life and where it is heading. What the hell difference does middle of the week hold for that? None.

So with that in mind, enjoy your Wednesday, just another day in a long line. Perhaps something grand may come along.

Peace.