Lord, did you bite today. Like, it was a fully terrible Monday, the whole Monday long. Did you just breakup with your lover? Do you suffer from seasonal affective disorder? Or do you simply enjoy tormenting others? Because honestly, today was torture.
It started off fine, meaning, I rolled over in bed and all of my limbs were still attached. But in the time it took me to shower, dress and perform THE BEAUTY RITUAL, I was in an awful mood and nothing happened to alleviate it.
I don't really know why a Monday must be so so rough. I know it's the first day back in the swing of things, but it's not the first Monday in history. It was distressing. The sort of day where you want to cry in the afternoon because the day is only half over and your will to leave is at a record low.
I survived you Monday, despite your heinous efforts. I made it to the exact moment I have been longing for all day: lying in my bed, eating olives, free from my despicable outfit, ready to go to sleep.
Monday, I wish you were more lovable.
Adversarily,
me
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