On Monday.

[eruditepisces]

So, you know when you get your hopes up for something and, despite the naysaying, nagging voices in the back of your head taunting you and telling you you'll never get whatever it is you want so desperately, you try and maintain at least some semblance of optimism that maybe, for once, things will work out?

You know that feeling you get when you finally realize the nagging voices in your head were right all along?

Curse you, Monday. I would just like to let you know that you have received the dubious distinction of the most loathed day of the week. Congratulations.