May 15, 2005 23:45
I don't enjoy the mood of sunday nights. Especially this one. So much was suppose to be done... so little was... uggh.
the little man on my right shoulder says: But tomorrow is a new day!
the little man on my left shoulder: yeah, but it's a monday. It's new, but it's like when someone brings fruit home from the store without having checked if it was good. yeah it's new, but if it's got brown spots all over it, what good is it?
man on right shoulder: Come on now. Monday is no different that any other day. For nature every day is equally fresh; each morning has a glory unto itself. To say it is "Monday" is a modern convention. To alter your mindset under the constrants of such a measly word is to deny yourself the purity of your own existence. Society’s conventions can only control you as much as you let them!
left: That was ridiculous. mondays suck and everyone knows it.
right: DOn't let it control your mind. Get out of the box!
left: Listen, if Mondays didn't suck, Fridays wouldn't rock. It's a relative thing. Tomorrow needs to suck for the welfare of humanity.
right: hmmm
left: yeah, that's what I thought. (grumbling) fucking hippie.