Woe is Wednesdays

Woe is he whose day's highlight comes from a random encounter on the elevator with a resident in child psychiatry concerning activation of the amygdala during cued and uncued pain. I don't know if it has been the failed deadlifts this morning, the crappy weather or the vexing commute where cramped subways and buses with people way too big for a single seat to suffice took their toll on an already battered morale. May wings, beer and a Fred Perry sample sale provide salvation.