Jan 26 2009
A Case of the Mondays
Mondays and I do not get along. In the past, I have tried to embrace Mondays and view them as equal as the other days, such as Tuesdays or Wednesdays. Yet this effort has been to no avail. Every Monday morning, despite my good intentions, I feel like someone ran over my head with a Mac truck. The rest of the day goes equally as well, with me getting grouchier by the minute. The only redeaming quality has been, of late, The City (which is far better than The Hills in my opinion) but that’s not until 10:00, and sometimes even the fake real-life storylines, snobby girls, cute boys, and designer labels can’t pull me out of my Monday slump.
Maybe it’s all my fault. Maybe it’s because I tend to sleep in a little bit on weekends, making waking up early all that more difficult Monday morning. Maybe it’s because of that burrito I ate at the questionable Mexican place. Maybe it’s because of all the Rock Band I played over the weekend. Who knows.
All I know is that every beginning of the week, Monday sneaks up on me in my sleep and likes to play tricks with me. And believe me, that Monday does not play fair.
