Oh, boo hoo. Get over it, already. Once every seven days, the demon lord inflicts upon us these 24 hours of hell (edited for programming, of course). It's a grain of sand, really, in the grand scheme of it all.
It's been this way since the virtual beginnings of our collective memory. Transforming it into a cliche or a joke does not begin to detract from its vile nature, and yet we persist. No matter what sort of sugary sweets you gorge on, it's not getting any better. (And, the rear-view tells me that it hasn't been working for a long time...) You know who you are. I love you all anyway, but oh-my-god.
WTF, I say to you dear friends. W.T.F.
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