I'm beginning to like Mondays more and more. Why? Because I expect absolutely nothing out of them. I awake Monday morning and with my first cup of coffee and smoke designed to seduce me into my existance for yet another day, I vanquish all my weekend hopes and dreams to the land of never and resign myself once again to the M-F,8-5CST drudgery that does nothing more than provide me with the income to do what I feel i need to for the other two remaining days of the week.
Because I expect NOTHING out of Monday, Monday generally goes by quite expeditiously. What a nice gift for Monday to give.
Speaking of gifts...
The gifts i don't anticipate are wonderful beyond words. Oddly, the gifts i hope for and receive are few. Upon receipt, the gifts I expected seem unsatisfying. But if one were to compare the number of gifts I have received with the number of gifts i have given, sadly I admit I am selfishly in arrears.