Monday, June 13, 2005

Mondays. Pfagh!

Mondays.

One moment you're happily settled into the well-worn recesses of the couch watching a movie, sipping overly strong coffee and chewing popcorn, enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon.

Then it hits you.

Tomorrows Monday.

Suddenly the restful evening you were looking forward to (have supper, walk the dog, water the garden, have a whisky, watch CSI, have a whisky etc) gets invaded by thoughts of must iron a shirt & pants, Oh my God I forgot to send that fax to Mr Smith before I left on Friday, I wonder if Mr Bloggs has emailed his solicitors details and so on and so on.
*BANG* your Sunday is ruined, and Monday is now actually a day and a half long, since you're going to spend the remainder of what was once Sunday worrying about crap.

Mondays are a cancer, eating our weekends. It's no wonder we're all so stressed- we really only get one day off a week.
Posted by Mark :: 11:53 :: 0 Comments:

Post / Read Comments

---------------oOo---------------