In Which Skyla Quits Mondays & Dreams of Better Days

August 30, 2010 by Skyla
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Maybe it's 'cause everyone is coming off the weekend. Or maybe it's just 'cause Monday is the unholy day of evilly evil in which people sacrifice babies and demons rise. But Mondays have invariably sucked this summer--the one thing that gets me through them is that it's usually just a half work day for me and I head to my mum's in the evening to watch Haven.

Today, what's helping is songs with wonderfully profane lyrics.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CAV0XrbEwNc (via Sarah-Jane Lehoux)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nULKw8s061E

I notice the entire world is also still irritable and insane, like the whole universe is retrograding or something. Yours truly included. I go for walks at night and pass all the boats along the canal and keep thinking how lovely that would be--to just head off on vacation on the canal.

Yeah, I still think near constantly about how great it would be to unplug and move off the grid, because things are a ch-ch-changing and I'm growing fairly confident that I'm not cut out for all the things I always took as a given. So it's my current pipe dream, especially when the bad days outweigh all the good ones. Which is, like, always.

Especially Mondays.

So guess what, Monday: I QUIT! You no longer exist to me. You can see other people, I will see other days, and when you roll around next week, *I* am not getting out of bed until it's time for Haven. So FUCK YOU VERY MUCH!

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