I'm going to write today about Monday. Today is Tuesday, so I have enough distance to muse objectively about the start of the working week. On Monday itself I'm generally in too much of a fug and slough of despond to do anything vaguely intelligent and/or creative. I don't like Mondays, to quote Bob Geldof.
'Twas ever thus with me. My earliest memories include a dread fear of the return of "the Scottish day". Is this because I'm congenitally lazy? I suppose that must have something to do with it. But it's not the whole story. I even get a bit down on m-day when I'm on holiday. I feel depressed for the locals. That, we can't ascribe to idleness; I don't do anything more strenuous than snorkelling when I'm abroad. No, it's because Monday is shit, and anyone who thinks otherwise is delusional and/or a weasel.
But away with negativity. Today is Tuesday, which means the weekend is hoving into view over the horizon. Oh, yes, it is.
Well, I beg to differ.
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