And So it Goes
Monday. Is there anything more depressing? Oh it's all good Friday afternoon right? People are starting to leave for the weekend, "BYE!" everyone sings out.
Sunday morning is still good. But then comes Sunday afternoon. When does it start exactly? 3 PM? 4? That sinking, creeping feeling of nauseated loathing. "THE WEEKEND IS ALMOST OVER!!", your brain screams out.
At first you try and stay happy and upbeat, but soon...it's Sunday night and the curtain of doom has lowered completely.
Monday morning, that co-worker who chirped out that sunny goodbye on Friday, now barely grunts at you when she comes in.
So Michael Vick will plead guilty. Why accept a plea? What does he have that they want? Go to trial, make all the details public. Paint them across every 42" electronic canvas in America. Show people what happens when people are handed everything in life merely because they have a genetic gift.
Next scary thing you'll hear about? George W Bush: President for Life.
Stay tuned.
Sunday morning is still good. But then comes Sunday afternoon. When does it start exactly? 3 PM? 4? That sinking, creeping feeling of nauseated loathing. "THE WEEKEND IS ALMOST OVER!!", your brain screams out.
At first you try and stay happy and upbeat, but soon...it's Sunday night and the curtain of doom has lowered completely.
Monday morning, that co-worker who chirped out that sunny goodbye on Friday, now barely grunts at you when she comes in.
So Michael Vick will plead guilty. Why accept a plea? What does he have that they want? Go to trial, make all the details public. Paint them across every 42" electronic canvas in America. Show people what happens when people are handed everything in life merely because they have a genetic gift.
Next scary thing you'll hear about? George W Bush: President for Life.
Stay tuned.
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And the silicon chip inside her head has switched to overload
And nobody's gonna go to school today she's gonna make them stay at home
And daddy doesn't understand it, he always said she was good as gold
And he can see no reason
Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be cold?
Tell me why
I don't like Mondays....
First, the weekend is a bit of a tease. It's kind of a mini-retirement without having enough time to actually enjoy it. Of course, not being a fan of shuffle-board, that's not a big deal for me. And, of course, there's my penchant for not sleeping from early Saturday morning until Monday night. I figure if I only have two days, I'm not wasting any of them.
As for Vick, well, they won't let me go to work on him with a blowtorch and a dental drill, so I guess a bit of prison time will have to do.
Too bad he's not in the same state as Ray Carruth, that other soulless NFL bastard who murdered his pregnant g/f b/c he didn't want to pay child support. Then the 2 of them could stay in the same cell and compare notes.
Mondays...bleh.
My crushing weight of inevitability comes around Tuesday night.
Oh, how I long for a reasonably sane work schedule. One where I am awake when the people I know are awake. One where I don't have to show up for appointments wearing a badge and a starched white shirt.
Must finish the book, must finish the book, must sell the book and get the hell out of Texas.
As for Vick, I'm still a big supporter of the Alpo undergarments and the pen full of irate Chihuahuas.
wearing a badge and a starched white shirt.
This would make an awesome Pub topic.
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