Warning: Graphic Content About Surviving Wednesday (With Snacks)”

⚠️ ATTENTION READER: This post contains graphic details about one man’s battle with… Wednesday. Symptoms may include fridge raids, excessive sarcasm, dark humor, and the slow realization that midweek is just Monday wearing a mustache. Reader discretion is advised.

Wednesday is basically the soggy middle bun of the week’s sad burger. Everyone hypes up Friday like it’s Beyoncé, Monday gets all the hate memes, and poor Wednesday just lurks in the middle, whispering, “Surprise, loser, you’re still trapped here.” And Wednesday hasn't been "Hump Day" for this blogger in I don't even know how long!

This morning, Depression was already perched at the edge of my bed, hanging around like a cat that isn’t yours but somehow lives in your house now. “It’s Wednesday. Shouldn’t you be tired by now?

”Depression: “Nope. I run on your bad decisions and cheap coffee."

Me: “…cool, same.”

By noon, Wednesday has me running the same routine: open the fridge like it’s a slot machine, stare at my emails like they’re written in ancient Greek, and consider a nap at every hour ending in “:30.”

Honestly, Wednesday is Monday with a fake ID.

So yeah, I’ve got my survival kit. Loud music blasting until my neighbors reconsider moving. Dramatic fridge walks (sometimes I add a sigh for Oscar-level performance). Netflix autoplaying so I don’t have to remember I exist.

And then there’s calmbydanny.com — my little rebellion project. Creating there feels like giving Wednesday the middle finger in a really polite, artsy way. I know designing new stuff in Canva for calmbydanny.com doesn’t magically cure me, but at least it tricks my brain into thinking I’m doing something productive instead of rotting. but it helps. It’s fries added to a sad meal deal: not perfect, but suddenly the day feels a little less awful.

Wednesday doesn’t get prettier, but I’ve got my coping cocktail: loud music, pointless fridge pilgrimages, mindless TV, and calmbydanny.com. Together they keep me alive, sarcastic, and slightly caffeinated — which, frankly, should qualify as a superpower.