MONDAY AGAIN...

Right, so I’m still feeling a lot melancholy today and don’t know how to shake the feeling. It sort of feels like a very dark and ominous cloud is hovering just above my reach and I don’t have enough energy to muster the wind needed to blow it away. I’m contemplating draining my whole body of blood ala the dark ages cure for such a feeling, but think that might be taking things a little far. Peas, Shiny and PopTart are also feeling this way so could it be we're projecting it digitally onto each other?

Obviously this feeling is greatly exaggerated by the fact that it is The Dreaded Monday and I actually have a crapload of work to do, not withstanding the very nerve-wracking, career make or break trip to The Big Smoke on Thursday and Friday, which I have to do. Maybe we're all a little Monday shy, that's all.  If Monday’s could just be abolished I feel I may be able to take a step in the right direction to actual happiness. Although then I suppose Tuesday would become the new Monday and I would start taking a disliking to it as well. I suppose, on the bright side, Grey’s is on tonight and I’ll be eating chicken, mash and mixed veg like I did in the days when smiles abounded.

HUMP DAY

Today is Hump Day. Ordinarily a rather exciting day because it indicates that the week is not as big and scary as it was on Monday and can therefore be managed and beaten. Except, it doesn’ feel like Hump Day today at all. It feels like a big and treacherous Monday that won’t go away. I usually like Hump Day, it gets Thunder all excited and usually means we’re doing something to glide us into Friday. Not tonight. Tonight I will be mainlining cigarettes while sitting on the kitchen floor cursing the fact that I didn’t buy 100ply tissues and smartie eggs.

FRAGILE

I’m feeling quite emotionally fragile today. I think it’s because I can’t run. Going to the physio this afternoon and hopefully she’ll give me the all clear to run tonight, otherwise I’m scared about how much more fragile I’ll feel tomorrow…