EMILY HURD: BLOG

Dear Bad Week,

I see you are not going to let me get anything accomplished at all.  I had such high hopes, and it seems you have dashed them.  I was going to best you with my sense of humor and my positive attitude, but when you saw me get frustrated, you latched onto my irritation and magnified it times a million, making every dumb thing that could happen, happen.  It is now Friday, and I can feel you smirking at me, knowing that you successfully had your way with me for days on end.

But it is me who will have the last laugh, bad week.  Because our relationship didn't mean a thing to me, and next week, I will have left you for another week.  What we had was a 7-day fling, and now it's over.  And I will kindle my fire and give it to next week, who will surely be more compatible with me.  Next week and I will fulfill each other in ways that you and I never could.  And you will be stuck with my memory, while I will be in the throes of another relationship.

So soak in your final hours, week from hell.  Oh, and one more thing: when I told you all those positive things, I didn't mean them--you were lousy.

Sincerely,

Emily