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.
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I have a tendency to sink into dark places at times (not just menstrual times either damnit). As a survivor, I learned long ago to suck it u...
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As you can clearly see Humprey was looking dapper this morning when I checked on him on the way out the door for work. Stealing yet another...
2 comments:
Mondays are like Friday for me. That's the beauty of not keeping an adult schedule. But it doesn't make Wednesday look all that good.
I try to make a point of small gifts, things you might not even think of as gifts. You know, the times you pay for dinner or give rides or whatever you do to make someone's day easier.
you ARE a gift sweetheart!!!
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