It’s monday. The clock tells me that in a few minutes I’ve successfully crossed over into another day. Moody Monday. I can’t help but squirm and mubble over Monday. Why? It definitely is the most dreadful day of the week. Forget self-help and optimism. Monday is Monday. The canon by which all fun and laughter comes to a successful end and a reminder that the “real world” is alive and real. Great.
Posted on Sunday, 20 December 2009
