Oh What Fresh Hell Is This?

God I hate Monday.

Yeah yeah yeah, get over it. It’s Monday. Whatever. Fuck that.

Every-Monday-I-hate-this-day-reallyWhy does it seem like I’m spending 80% of my life working and not spending enough time with the people I love the most or doing the things I love to do?

I like my gig, don’t get me wrong. It’s a good job, it pays the bills and I don’t want to slap everybody I work with.

But there’s just something about this particular Monday that makes my soul cry. Like, getting out of the bed this morning was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in a long time. I don’t know what’s going on in my brain. I feel like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. I’m waking up to the same day over and over again.

Maybe it’s just another case of the Monday’s. Maybe it’s the remnants of another great weekend I was sad to see leave. (Sometimes I feel like Kandi when it comes to the weekend. I hate to see him leave, but I know he’ll be back soon)

In any event, in my attempt to motivate you all, I will say this; Be glad you’ve got your health, be glad you’ve got a job to go to, and be glad that Monday only comes once a week.

That’s all I can give you right now. I promise it’ll be better tomorrow.

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