IT'S MONDAY
Nov. 8th, 2004 03:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
learnteachTell me why I don't like Mondays. It's not like there's a soulsucking job I have to go be browbeaten at...
but it's a Monday. I'm not Garfield (the weight is right, well, wrong but I'm not covered with orange fur and the people around me are smarter than anything in that comic strip. Do you ever wonder what would happen to Garfield in the real world? He'd be decimating the local bird population, hairballs on the bed, pissing all over Jon...)
Who left the sparkly makeup? No idea!
Aaaargh.
but it's a Monday. I'm not Garfield (the weight is right, well, wrong but I'm not covered with orange fur and the people around me are smarter than anything in that comic strip. Do you ever wonder what would happen to Garfield in the real world? He'd be decimating the local bird population, hairballs on the bed, pissing all over Jon...)
Who left the sparkly makeup? No idea!
Aaaargh.
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Date: 2004-11-08 06:08 pm (UTC)Habit. Yeah, your head knows there's no "seriously not-fun thing that you must get up for." But I think that after years of school (which they start at an insanely early hour when any respectable teen-ager should be asleep) and then more years of slogging at work, your psyche just doesn't recover from it in a few measly months.