Sarah's first guest post

I used to think Tuesdays were the absolute worst day of the week. I mean, when you’re in school, you’re still kind of stuck in the weekend on a Tuesday, but unlike Monday, somehow your teachers have recovered and are wide awake. It’s totally unfair!

Then when I was spending all my time working retail, there were never any customers on a Tuesday. There also was never any merchandise to put out, so I’d spend most of the day trying to look busy but not actually doing anything. Of course, if I didn’t look busy, I’d have gotten in trouble, which didn’t make any sense, since I figured the manager would know there was no work.

But now that I’m in grad school, I’ve had to change my opinion, and it’s throwing me off! Tuesdays are like the day I look forward to now! I have my favorite class, and I have a reading group (this makes me sound like a huge nerd, and while I totally am, I’d just like to point out that the reading group does meet at a bar, and they have good gumbo). And I’m busy pretty much from 10 am until 8 pm, but they’re all things I want to be doing (as opposed to high school or psych 101 or working at Stein Mart).

So I was all excited yesterday (Monday) for my Tuesday, and I was doing some reading for class last night, and I happened to be talking to Zac, one of my fellow grad students. Somehow he convinced me that it would be a good idea to go out to a bar on a Monday night at 10 pm.

I thought this wasn’t necessarily a terrible idea, because I figured the bar would close at midnight and I’d be asleep by 12:30 and still get 8 hours of sleep so I could be functional and all happy on Tuesday. But little did I know, that House Bar stays open until 3 am EVERY NIGHT. I mean 3 AM! What is that?? Actually I probably should have known when I pulled up, because it was the sketchiest place I've ever been in, but that's another story.

So yeah…we stayed till at least 1:30. And it’s not like I got outrageously drunk and am now incredibly hungover, but I wasn’t in bed until around 2. So now I’m really tired because I only got like 5 hours of sleep (of course I would wake up early on the day when I can sleep till 8:30). And Tuesday is looking a lot less fun.

Clearly my body, or God, or the Invisible Pink Unicorn is punishing me for even daring to THINK that Tuesdays could be okay. Not fair at all.