Letter to Tomorrow
Dear Sunday,
I'm writing to you from your yesterday. This Internet thing is really nifty in the way that I can be sitting in one part of the world being Saturday while you're over there being Sunday! I don't have to wait for midnight anymore to see you - Yay!
My day has been long and dull. After Friday passed over all her drunken revelers, I kept things dark until sunrise at just after 6am. It was then business as usual: endless rounds of soccer and little-league for the kids then an afternoon of baseball for the grown-ups. I expect tonight will be business as usual as well. The early rush on pizza and take-out followed by all the young folk hitting the nightclubs to get drunk and blase.
I want to put in another lottery entry today. It's occured to me that the only way I'm ever going to pick the winning numbers drawn tonight is if I get some help from my old and dear friend, Sunday. What do you say, Sunday? If you tell me the results published in your morning paper tomorrow, I can enter those for tonight and we'll win! I'll split everything fifty-fifty, of course.
I hope there's not as many murders tonight as last week. Honestly, that kind of thing gives me a bad name. Friday complains about the same thing. Why can't people go crazy on a Tuesday? I mean, it doesn't seem fair that he's named after the god of war and us girls of yesterday and today have to deal with all the battles.
Well, that's about it, I guess. Say 'hi' to Monday for me. She's such a quiet, diligent thing. I envy her in some ways.
Bye for now,
Your neighbor,
Saturday
I'm writing to you from your yesterday. This Internet thing is really nifty in the way that I can be sitting in one part of the world being Saturday while you're over there being Sunday! I don't have to wait for midnight anymore to see you - Yay!
My day has been long and dull. After Friday passed over all her drunken revelers, I kept things dark until sunrise at just after 6am. It was then business as usual: endless rounds of soccer and little-league for the kids then an afternoon of baseball for the grown-ups. I expect tonight will be business as usual as well. The early rush on pizza and take-out followed by all the young folk hitting the nightclubs to get drunk and blase.
I want to put in another lottery entry today. It's occured to me that the only way I'm ever going to pick the winning numbers drawn tonight is if I get some help from my old and dear friend, Sunday. What do you say, Sunday? If you tell me the results published in your morning paper tomorrow, I can enter those for tonight and we'll win! I'll split everything fifty-fifty, of course.
I hope there's not as many murders tonight as last week. Honestly, that kind of thing gives me a bad name. Friday complains about the same thing. Why can't people go crazy on a Tuesday? I mean, it doesn't seem fair that he's named after the god of war and us girls of yesterday and today have to deal with all the battles.
Well, that's about it, I guess. Say 'hi' to Monday for me. She's such a quiet, diligent thing. I envy her in some ways.
Bye for now,
Your neighbor,
Saturday
posted by Mister Pervert at 8:05 AM
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