You guessed it, theme week at woofreakinhoo.

Who knew there were so few songs about Wednesdays? Is it just a universally hated day? Wednesdays child full of woe and all that?

I dunno, it's not that bad, sitting there perched between the weekend that was and the one coming up. But I have never been one of those living for the weekend sort of guys - in fact, I have long held onto Monday as my favorite days of the week (go figure). Maybe some more folks need to be singing the praises of our much maligned and melancholy friend, Wednesday.

So to start with a band that I know my son listens to (just in case you thought I was uber-hip),

Jimmy Eat World. With you guessed it: Wednesday!

Meet a part of me that feels like every other day.
It has been seen in pictures and in alleyways.
Can see it through your walls.
Can see it through your fall.
Can see it on your floor, wrongway.
Lift your head up, Wednesday.
It's almost 2:30.
When the walls start falling down you'll be last to be found.
That's allright, malt liquor.
So you can promise me a day.
Not gonna promise nothing anyway.
Say you will,say you will and then you don't.