Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Dear "This Week"...

Dear "This Week",

I know that we only just met a couple of days ago, and I do honestly hate jumping to conclusions, but I have to be honest with you.  What we have going on right now isn't going to work out.  Yes, I know I should give you a chance, but you've had a couple of those already.

Take yesterday for example.  You (being Monday that day) and I (being Peter, as I normally am) thought a quick jaunt to the gym would be fun.  After all, my studying was done, my rehearsals were over, and my friends were there waiting to play volleyball.  I know I'm not very athletic, and I know I only go to the gym once every couple of months, but seriously?  My plan was to play a couple of games of volleyball with my friends.  Your plan, which seems to have been the one that manifested, involved ending the night with an odd sort of crunching/popping sound coming from my ankle, which, as it turns out, was the sound of one or more of the ligaments in my ankle tearing.  You missed my bones though, if that's what you were going for.  So... thank you Monday, I had fun, but let's not do it again.

As I was (quite understandably) upset with you after that, This Week, you decided it would be good to approach me as a day named "Tuesday," as Monday and I clearly did not hit it off too well.  Well, This Week, let me tell you... you didn't fool anyone.  What I think tipped me off was when you decided to throw all of my keys into the toilet and flush them into the netherworld.  In those three short seconds, you managed to lock me out of all of the residence halls on campus, my own dorm room, my work (where my clarinet is stored, so I guess that's off limits too), heck, you even locked me out of the hallways leading to my work, and, ironically, the clarinet reed room (which is ironic only because I just put that key on my keychain...  ah... in the presence of Sunday, when you first wandered into my life).

Honestly, This Week, I know the ankle thing was kind of humorous a little bit, and the key thing was definitely funny (although those keys are $50 a pop...), but if this is how you're going to treat me, I think we're going to have to go our separate ways.  I'm sure you had grand plans for my date with "Wednesday", but I think I'll pass.  It has been suggested that you have plans to hit me with some well-aimed bird poop, but I will have none of that.

I either want a re-do, or I'm hibernating until Next Week comes around...

without love,

Peter

19 comments:

  1. What an awful start! Hope the remaining days of the week (or the year!) make up for these things.

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  2. Well, poop. Hopefully next week will treat you better. Funnily enough, I was just wondering this evening how you were doing.

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  3. I have never been a fan of Mon-Wed I am more of a Thurs kind of girl its closer to the weekend lol. I hope your ankle is feeling better & I hope your week gets alot better.

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  4. Oh Peter, what a way to start a week and end a month. Please post and let us know about the rest of your week.

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  5. Ah geez. It sounds like you are due for some quality GOOD time for the remainder of the week. Fingers crossed that's what you get.

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  6. yikes! I hope This Week is on better behavior! I'm with you on the This Week needs to go away though.

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  7. This week obviously has it in for you. At least you still have your sense of humor. ;)

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  8. Wow. Umm... wow. I think you deserve a refund.

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  9. :o( Well, at least you're recognizing that this isn't a healthy relationship early on...?

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  10. Wow. That truly stinks. At least your tumultuous relationship with This Week is almost half over...

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  11. Oh no! Poor Peter. I hope you're hiding out in bed until a new and much better week arrives.

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  12. Your keys down the toilet? Hopefully the week has improved its temperament.

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  13. oh sweetie. hibernate. with a case of wine.

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  14. Hahahahaha, favorite post yet =). Love the format. I do agree though, you should definitely drop This Week. He's abusive and being just plain rude.

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  15. Ha. Sorry for the bad week, dude. If it helps, my new car is asking if he can have some money so he can go out driving...I think he might have spied my wallet sidling up to your keys down there.

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  16. Oh Peter, I'm so sorry you have had so many things go wrong this week! I hope your ankle heals soon and everything goes well!

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  17. Oh No!!!!!! Well at least you didn't lose a $10K ring down the drain...

    You know the RICE thing, right? Rest, Ice, Compression (I think) and Elevation. One of my ankles is permanently bigger than the other because of something like you did. But hey, at least those popping sounds weren't followed by you squeeling like a girl (which I did after tearing the ACL, but, hey, I'm a girl, oh wait, that was squeeling like a PIG).

    Good things are coming your way!!! just hold out!

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  18. Huh. So that explains why I haven't heard from you this week. I hope you're just recuperating, and you haven't really died and are rotting in your dorm room right now...

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  19. Just wondering if you were planning on sharing the keys-toilet-flush story.....now I am curious.

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