"Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question is whether to kill yourself or not."

Hump Day no more.

Happy Hump Day.

Oh glorious Hump Day! It’s nearing the Hump Hour, too, which is doubly exciting. Except, I dare say, Hump Day isn’t really all it’s cracked up to be. Allow me to explain

Like climbing a mountain. If you look at a mountain climb in terms of the distance covered, it’ll look something like this:

Distance versus Distance

Distance versus Distance

But if you look at it in terms of time spent hiking, it’ll look something like this:

Distance vs Moving Time

Distance versus Time

So you see! Hump Day is misleading. Wednesday is not the hump. On Wednesday, I am still feeling the crushing depression of a soulless career, the teeth-clenching, raging helplessness at the prospect of a wasted life. It is only on Thursday that I see the glorious view of a weekend unfettered by the dark clouds of oppressive desk-slavery!

Thus, it is clear what we must do. We must abolish the term Hump Day. It is a misleading, depressing term that to me still says “only… 8 more hours to get to the top…”, with that mountain peak still looming sharply overhead. In place of this lie, we will invoke those words that truly inspire us to weep with the joy at the few hours of freedom afforded to us, to hereafter define Thursdays as… The Weekly Zenith.

Hump Day. Who came up with that? Obviously a fool. Hump is another thing altogether. It is a slang term denoting the act of copulation, although much to my dismay, the word doesn’t appear as a synonym in the dictionary. To me it also implies cuteness, perhaps more suited to representing the reproductive act when undertaken by bunny rabbits. Nevertheless, it is certainly not a suitable synonym for Wednesdays, perhaps the most tedious and pointless of all the seven.

Humping implies fun, and optimism, and a healthy supply of snacks. Wednesdays implies looming deadlines, end-of-week status updates, and boring packed lunches. To be rid of this work day would improve our situation greatly.

That, my friends, is my contribution to today.

Happy Zenith’s Eve.

Boing boing boing

This is bunnies humping

Say my name,



  1. Jardine

    Happy Zenith Day!

    Tomorrow is Friday’s Eve. But the day after is Real Friday. And God said, “let it be real Friday.” And it was Real Friday. And it was good.

  2. Ross Merriam

    Dude, when did you move to a wordpress blog?

  3. Pauline

    This site should be blocked at work. Bunnies porns.

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