Yes, I hate them.
Perhaps not quite passionately as I have heard many claim. Perhaps not with the same rage that I feel when somebody snatches something I'm reading from my hand (what is with that by the way?) But I hate Monday mornings all the same.
In a quiet, stealthy way the Monday morning blue finds its way to the center of my being and I can sense that I am quieter, edgier and perhaps even more intimidating than usual. It starts with that strange sense of loss on Sunday evening actually. And the worst is the first moment of consciousness after waking up on the doomed day. I always feel, "If only it was any other day, even Tuesday!"
It probably has to do with the Monday tests I had all through school life, or that food at home on Sundays was always special, or that Monday means dealing with all that I have not done in weekend that went by.
Be as it may, I love a Monday such as this. After a three day weekend I have a Monday morning without class, without work, and without ma telling me that I should get out of bed!
After all, its still the weekend.
so true..given my immense hatred towards early rise and then being forced to get up early after lazy weekends is just %$&^$(#@@%$!!!
ReplyDeleteAh! Temme about it! After a long 17 day break... I am dreading the coming monday and the monday morning blues!! :( :( Cant the weekend just stay on forever!!!
ReplyDeleteMonday man!! what's with that day! like sunday's God's day and monday is undoubtedly Satan's!!
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