The Spell Checker Battle Lines Have Been Drawn...

One really must have standards.  Why?  Because the fall of civilization as we know it will become inevitable if we do not strive for sublimity of excellence.  That, and because I refuse to yield to a spell checker that is clearly inferior to my own intellect and spelling ability.  So when I awoke this morning, I told myself that today was going to be a great day even if it killed me!  The results were thus:

Today was an awesome day!  No.  Wednesday's egregiousness was immeasurable.  That unique and most effulgent day of the week, signaling once again the reprieve of unfavorable potential dreaded upon perceiving an illumination at the termination of the tunnel.  Wednesdays reassure mankind that phosphorescent glow unequivocally is not an oncoming train and thus hastening ye thitherwards to that golden ticket visitation of requiescence, however epigrammatic that might be, that you've so frantically toiled away in occupational drudgery all week for.  So today, thus far, has been a terrific, boss, zero-cool, way-out, groovy, far-out, solid, shiney, ripping, fiendishly magical kind of day. Particularly because, yet again, the spellchecker failed miserably.  It really gives one a sense of purpose and accomplishment.  (Now, if you have understood completely and in it's entirety the preceding paragraph, you may pass go and collect $200, otherwise your time in the educational slammer might need to be revisited, although acquiring a tome-like Thesaurus like mine or simply using Thesaurus.com to hide this very slight genetic flaw works like educational duct tape.  Because, let's face it, unless you are having a battle of wits with the witless... the internet is your oyster.)

You know what else?  Tomorrow is Thursday, so there is lots to look forward to.  Why, tomorrow, you might even be able to steal into the home plate of weekend a little early.  But if not?  You are still going to wake up tomorrow, look out your window and think, it's true! It's an absolutely pulchritudinous day!

And Friday?  Well, I need hardly describe the feeling that comes when Friday has finally arrived, do I?  Since I did all the work of describing the outlook conditions of attitude for the rest of the week thus far, and maybe if your brain feels like it might truly detonate, in the grandest of fashions, (which, by the way,  would defeat the whole purpose of this report) merely by being filled with all the wonderfulness that is this post, might I suggest looking in Thesaurus.com under 'wonderful'.  Really.  There are 59 different variations of meaning, a whole SIX pages dedicated describing a Friday. 

QOTD:  "I not only use all the brains that I have, but all that I can borrow."  ~ Woodrow Wilson (1856-1924)