Wednesdays always seem wishy-washy to me. Too close to the memory of the horror that is Monday, and too far from Saturday to get excited about the weekend. I think we all ought to dedicate Wednesdays to non-stop indulgence, just so we can get over the hump and into the long slide to the weekend.

Until that time, let’s go with a question: If you had to lose one of your senses, what would it be?