As I trudge my way into Monday, many questions are running through my head.
Why didn't I have one more muffin for breakfast today?
Where the hell did I put my other car key?
When should I clean my car since I've been to lazy to do it before? (Eh, I can do it later)
Why did I try eating that Thai curry at lunch today, upsetting my stomach and giving me some awful oriental spice burps?
What should I do this afternoon, sit in a tree or go dunk my feet in a river?
Should I invest in reading The Pillars of Creation or a collection of the best of H.P Lovecraft?
What employees should I harass at the town's bakeries? Should I tell those employees I'm on a mission from God, at an attempt at free apple-cinnamon pies?
Should I sleep on the couch tonight?
Where did that dead bird that was outside our fence yesterday go, because it was gone this morning?
Questions like these are the bane of my Monday existence. It makes my life progressively more difficult to plan, enjoy and just generally pay attention to.
I hate Mondays.
I love this post. I'm going to read it every Monday to feel less alone:P
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