Um, Jared, could you read number 23 for the class?

No, I cannot.

Hey, we're recording the podcast.

Shut up.

Good morning to you, wherever you are, because it is morning somewhere.

For October 13th, 2020.

My name is Bernie Burns sitting right over there. She's scared because it's Monday the 13th.

Say hi to Ashley, everybody. It just doesn't have quite the same ring, does it?

Yeah, but why Friday? Friday is like, was Friday an ominous day? Monday's way worse than Friday.

I guess so. Maybe it's because the Friday is the end of things.

And it'd be like, you're beginning the week on an unlucky day.

I guess you're right.

That does seem like you would have a bigger knock on a fact, except the Friday the 13th

could ruin your weekend.

And is that not the worst thing that could happen to anyone?

How to ruin your weekend? Like a serial killer comes and get to you at your sleepway camp or whatever? Let me ask you this. Don't think about it. Just answer. Which is worse? Monday morning or Sunday night? Sunday night's worse, right? That is the worst part of the week is Sunday night. And I think we acknowledge that this is because of the dread, right? It's because, like, there's a pressure to be enjoying, like, the last few drips and drabs of the weekend, but you're looking, you're looking ahead, you know, tomorrow you're going to have to get up at a reasonable hour, which means you're going to have to go to bed at a reasonable hour, and you're going to have to get these things done that you maybe didn't get done to get ready for your week.

But you just want to be enjoying the last of your weekend, and you're not going to get to do it. And even if you did get to do it, you wouldn't because you'd be looking forward to the Monday. It's like the dread part. It's one of those things that I put in a category of things that I call mini mortalities.

They're like little... It's one of those things that I put in a category of things that I call mini mortalities.

They're like little things that you face on a regular basis that are kind of a metaphor

for mortality as a whole.

Like, where did my weekend go?

How did all this time go by so fast?

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