I don’t know if it’s because I only got 7 hours of sleep, or if it’s because my “work” is so boring, but I have the Satur-blah’s.

Unlike the Sun-blah’s, I am not hung over. And also unlike the Mon-blah’s, I do not feel the need to kill to feed my blood lust of being forced to battle traffic and slay the ‘Dragon.’ The Wednes-blah’s are close to the Satur-blah’s, but not in the sense that there may be hope on Thur-blah.

Indeed the Satur-blah’s are their own class of Week-Blah. Each and every Satur-blah feels worse than the last, but truly, they are all the same in blahness. When one experiences Satur-blah’s, it is usually easy to overcome. One needs to break out of the slow passage of time on a Satur-blah by doing crazy things – like streaking or drinking during work hours. And if your mind still cannot concentrate on the menile tasks at hand, do what most Satur-blah sufferer’s do, and leave it till next Satur-blah.

Next week, we’ll be talking about the long-term effects of Satur-blah’s and how they can cause you do to irrational things, such as quiting the only job you have and telling the old hag in the office to “Fegg Off.”