So for a while this year Tuesdays were the one day a week I looked forward to. A) I didn’t work; B) it was my day to hang out in Cambridge with Sam; C) that’s the day the Savage Lovecast comes out. Yeah, the Thai place across the street is closed on Tuesdays, which sucks when I’m not broke and there’s no food in the house, but when I’m not broke on a Tuesday and there’s no food it’s because I have to pay rent soon, so I can’t afford Thai food anyway. The dollar-slice pizza place is always open, a slice of pizza is a meal and I can get that for a dollar. (Don’t tell my mother.) Also ramen is 65 cents and a decent meal, although it’s difficult to find the mushroom-flavored kind instead of the meat-flavored. Being a broke vegetarian sucks.
What I’m saying, though, is that I’ve discovered a new day that makes me happy about days: Saturday. This means that I am happy about days once every three/four days instead of once every seven. (Although Thursdays are good, too, because Thursdays are Fringe. So maybe that counts. Plus I always have money on Thursday, and the Thai place is open. So maybe I feel all right about Thursdays.)
But what I am saying is that I am more than all right about Saturdays. I am downright excited about Saturday these days. Saturday is when Doctor Who is on. It may be on BBC and not accessible to American viewership; I may have to work on Saturday instead of hanging out with my friends or my roommates; I may have to delve into the seedy underbelly of the internet to find the episode while I drink wine alone in my room while my roommates are asleep. But fuck if I don’t watch Doctor Who every god damned Saturday night.
Next week’s episode features the stone angels from Blink. I was going to rewatch that episode tonight, until I realized that it was five in the morning and that episode makes me pee my pants every time I watch it, it’s so scary. Fuck yeah Saturdays.