Thursday

Holly Golightly: Thursday! It can't be! It's too gruesome!
Paul Varjak: What's so gruesome about Thursday?
Holly Golightly: Nothing, except I can never remember when it's coming up.

Most normal people hate Monday's. I like Monday, and Tuesday (even tho most Tuesdays dont feel like a Tuesday to me. Every week I think, ar it cant be only Tuesday?! Surely it's Friday) Wednesdays are just Wednesdays, barely even register. but Thursday? Thursday is a mission. Struggle to get to uni... the day when you just want to throw in the towel and give up. No normal person can get thru a Thursday without chemical assistance (be it coffee, V, coke - either kind, speed).

So this Thursday Mo comes over, and the poor thing is just exhausted. Mo has to deal with alot, her sister (my aunty) died last december, I have RA, she's building a house and F-I-N-A-L-L-Y leaving dad this year (only to move back in with dad for 6m-12m next year when she lends the house she is building to Ri and I).... so understandably today she had a mean case of the reds. This is why I looked up quotes from Breakfast at Tiffany's in the first place.

Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
Paul Varjak: Sure.
Holly Golightly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!

I love that quote, it's so true. Also that and I've never really related the blues to a feeling of any real seriousness. It's just a bit of a cliche. But the reds?! argh how powerful is that image!?!

Anyway, back on point, it's such a Thursday thing to crack under all the pressure in your daughters kitchen. Poor thing. All I could do was give her a hug and go to class. Should have taken her to Tiffany's. Though that would have made me happy, not her. She's not big on jewelry.

FRIDAY tomorrow. First day of ANOTHER artic/language clinic... sweet.