Thursday is the most jealous day of the week, relegated to sit between Wednesday, with its ‘hump day’ moniker, and Friday, who often finds itself tied into the temporal threesome that is “the long weekend”.

Thursday, passed over for movie releases, both in theater and on DVD , is seen as insufficiently important enough to be granted a pathological designation, as offered to Monday in “Office Space”.

No songs are sung for Thursday: no “Manic Monday”, “Ruby Tuesday”, “Thank God It’s Friday”, “Saturday Night” or “Sunday Bloody Sunday”.

Thursday sits alone, patient that one day it will be found to be that day when miracles can occur, that true love will be tested and found complete, that the penny you walked over on your way to purchase a twenty-ounce hot beverage will be picked up, and seen as the double die rarity that it is.

Until that occurs, Thursday will resign itself to alternative trash pickup day, the one with paper recycling, to that one day when you can finally go to the gym, before your vacation.