I just thoroughly dislike Mondays. I do. There’s nothing redeeming about Mondays. Everything is weird and your neck hurts (because you slept on rollers, but whatever) and you’re disoriented and you miss the weekend and…Mondays are disdainful. We need Mondays, yes; everything needs a beginning, but must the beginning be so blah and blecch? Sheesh. Of course, I’m only adding to the negativity of this day by being so negative, so I’m leavin’ it alone. I love you, Tuesday.
On a brighter note, I saw the loveliest, little movie this past weekend. Entitled Bella, it was just spare and simple and so moving. I enjoyed it immensely. It even inspired me (far and few between these days), got me excited, made me want to sit down and write something. It was excellent.
Why is the world filled with nuisances? Why do nuisances come in the form of human beings and not mosquitoes, which is how it should be? I ask because I am currently annoyed by a nuisance here at the office, and I cannot stand it. (Gender removed purposely).