DEAR MONDAY, I HATE YOU... . Sincerely, Me. Buried in notes, sleeping with books and having my shoes permanently dirty because of slush. This is how the weekend transisted into today and got me sleep-deprived eating takeaway pasta with salami (a little bit of pfui! but it looked nice in the cafeteria).
On a day like today even Bobek is overdosing on his out of sight, out of mind philosophy and trying to sleep until dear Monday goes away. On Mondays I would love to drink mulled wine but instead I'm sipping on a poor remniscence of alcohol free piña colada (it says virgin piña colada and that's definitely far from what I like). I love fresh flowers but they all look lame on a rainy Monday. Tea becomes cold too quickly and coffee never has enough spices. I never know what to wear and don't like my manicure. My bag is too heavy and the day, although so detested, still too short to do everything I want.
Maybe Mondays were made for those on permanent vacation...
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