Somebody’s Got a Case of the Mondays (That’d be Me)
I hate Mondays. No really, I do. In fact, let’s just wipe it off the calendar. No more Mondays. A week would be Tuesday through Sunday.
Nothing horrible could ever be said about Tuesday.
Why do I hate Mondays? For starters, it’s the beginning of the week. Which means I have to get up and go to class and then work. Oh, and I have a lab today.
I guess Mondays wouldn’t be so bad if I were a rich heiress who spent all her time vacationing in Monaco and dating uber-rich European guys who bare a striking resemblance to one Mr. Cary Grant. Or Christian Bale. I’m not that picky.
(Although now I have to add a disclaimer: Christian Bale just may be the perfect male specimen, but his little “rant” is totally not acceptable in my book.)
But because I’m not a rich heiress who spends all her time vacationing in Monaco and dating uber-rich European guys who bare a striking resemblance to one Mr. Cary Grant or Chrisitan Bale, I have to deal with Mondays.
And Mondays suck. But I will admit, it gets better on Tuesday.
Mondays?
Very sucky- I suppose that is why I love that 80′s power ballad Manic Monday just a little too much. At least Monday’s on our campus mean coffee, good lunch, and the paper.