Monday, I believe is a province for the terminally whining sorts.
Not me, no sir. I think of it as that unfortunate messenger who comes in bearing the news that weekend has started and is in return rather piteously chopped down for being worthless.
It's like that small opening band that hopes to warm the crowds for a bigger act but fails to win their hearts. I have nothing but sympathy for this day.. more so because it carries the residual languorous vegetative state that one usually associates with a Sunday.
I let myself ease into this day with the kind of relaxed slothfulness that could just as easily be confused with a bored loiter.
Weekday vagrancy, really.
Catching up on shows that I missed during the weekend, letting laundry stare me in the face, watching the cat lick its most intimate parts, gaze dolefully at the roomba stuck on a rug, wait patiently for favourite blogs to refresh into new posts.. just things really that help you realize that even if life isn't nearly as beautiful it's still not grotesquely horrid as other days might lead you to believe.
Of course, this utopian burst of encouraged optimism does come to a crashing halt on particularly loathsome moments.. and those times are reserved for rants of a special kind.
Bot today.. well not exactly the most monumental day today probably but it has had some fantastic historical significance, as I'm sure each day of the year does tend to enjoy.
I could If I wanted to, troll pages of ancient trivia and talk more about them but then again, why should I? The trolling part not the talking part, for this is the one place that I DO talk, and most wholeheartedly so.
Today has only just begun and as it proceeds I shall update..
Not me, no sir. I think of it as that unfortunate messenger who comes in bearing the news that weekend has started and is in return rather piteously chopped down for being worthless.
It's like that small opening band that hopes to warm the crowds for a bigger act but fails to win their hearts. I have nothing but sympathy for this day.. more so because it carries the residual languorous vegetative state that one usually associates with a Sunday.
I let myself ease into this day with the kind of relaxed slothfulness that could just as easily be confused with a bored loiter.
Weekday vagrancy, really.
Catching up on shows that I missed during the weekend, letting laundry stare me in the face, watching the cat lick its most intimate parts, gaze dolefully at the roomba stuck on a rug, wait patiently for favourite blogs to refresh into new posts.. just things really that help you realize that even if life isn't nearly as beautiful it's still not grotesquely horrid as other days might lead you to believe.
Of course, this utopian burst of encouraged optimism does come to a crashing halt on particularly loathsome moments.. and those times are reserved for rants of a special kind.
Bot today.. well not exactly the most monumental day today probably but it has had some fantastic historical significance, as I'm sure each day of the year does tend to enjoy.
I could If I wanted to, troll pages of ancient trivia and talk more about them but then again, why should I? The trolling part not the talking part, for this is the one place that I DO talk, and most wholeheartedly so.
Today has only just begun and as it proceeds I shall update..
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