The Week of All-Seasons

In a far, far away land named 5pm, there lived a happy girl... I am convinced that Friday minutes are not equivalent to the minutes that make up the other six days of the week. Friday minutes crawl along at a painstakingly slow pace and 5pm always seems like a number so far in the distance it is seemingly unattainable. I swear those minutes I keep checking on the clock are not progressing at normal speed. I read somewhere recently how everyone is always excited for Fridays and thinks it will be a really good day, while everyone undoubtedly hates Mondays and thinks it will be a terrible day. Makes sense to me. It turned out in the study though, more people...