why is it never Thursday?

I wake up to darkness
and silence
and freak out that it's Thursday
only it's not fucking Thursday

I lose time in the sameness
of every single day
try to break the monotony
but there's always just me

I'm boredom in human form
I'm the doppelganger of despair
I have nothing to say
because nothing ever happens
and this silence feels better
than the repeat of my voice
that has nothing new to say

I wake up and drink coffee
play games on my phone
the kind where progress is so slow
you wonder if you've even moved at all
but the process is routine
almost feels like meditation
or it would if the whole thing
wasn't so fucking depressing

I wake up to darkness
and silence
and freak out that it's Thursday
only it's not fucking Thursday
I kinda wish it was Thursday
just so I could say
I have something to do