It's Thursday. Let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time, long, long ago, in the not so far away land of NY, lived a little girl who was lost. She was lost not because she wandered here and there, but she was lost because she didn't know where she belonged. She looked here, and she looked there, and no where did she see the 'right' place for her.
"There must be a place for me," she thought. Looking around, it seemed as if everyone else had a place. Everyone else was somewhere...not no where, as she was.
"Where could my place be?" the little girl wondered. Could it be in the kitchen? she thought. No, the kitchen was cold and dark and she wasn't supposed to be there anyway.
Could it be in the living room? she thought. She rather liked the living room, it was comfy and cozy much of the time, but it could also be crowded and loud. It was a small room, often full of too many people, and a loud TV that played shows the little girl didn't understand. A lot of it was 'news' and 'news' was uninspiring to the little girl.