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At the farmer’s market this afternoon someone said, happy hump day!

I’d forgotten about hump day. When you’re hanging on by the skin of your teeth for a weekend, to do what’s really you, while all week you’re doing something that’s not. I hope you don’t have a hump day. That you’re not counting off days to get to freedom.

I hope you get to grab this short hilarious desperately savoury life and breathe it in every day.