Ah, Monday.

Even before you've had time to do anything to annoy me, I'm already less than excited you are here. Once again.

One day. One day I'll be so happy with where I am in life I will embrace you like I would a second Sunday. Hell, you'd BE a second Sunday. Until then, we'll just have to work out a way where we can both survive.

Being nice would help.


(trying to catch up: backBlipped 7/15)