ah monday.
the day that comes after sunday, but yet somehow always magically before tuesday.
garfield hates mondays.
so do most secretaries for some reason.
(we know this because they usually own coffee mugs bearing an image of garfield discussing how he hates mondays)
i would hate mondays, i suppose, but i have so many other things to hate that monday usually escapes my wrath.
i know that i dont LOVE monday.
at least not in the same way that i love thursday or cheesesticks.
monday doesnt seem to be all that important.
probably because monday does not signify the end of the weekend for me.
i, like most young adults, dont do the nine to five monday to friday gig. therefore monday is just another day.
it may even be my saturday.
crazy.
why am i talkin about monday, you ask?
easy.
because i get easily distracted.
my intention today was to write about all that is going on this week, which is alot, but i somehow started the entry with "ah monday." and then began thinking about monday.
and thus this entry.
thats my story.
let the week begin.
11:17 a.m. - 2004-07-26
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