case of the Mondays
I think I'm a reluctant psychic. You know what I mean? I feel things or think things, and then I blow them off, and then they blow up in my face.
For instance, I went to work today. Yesterday, I was thinking to myself, I really don't wanna go to work tomorrow. Posted about it here even. I went to work. And today sucked, just as I suspected it would. I shouldn't have gone.
I should just move away, change my name, have some crack babies, get welfare, and piss away the rest of my life in a drug-induced stupor. Doesn't that sound relaxing?
New days keep coming before I'm ready.
For instance, I went to work today. Yesterday, I was thinking to myself, I really don't wanna go to work tomorrow. Posted about it here even. I went to work. And today sucked, just as I suspected it would. I shouldn't have gone.
I should just move away, change my name, have some crack babies, get welfare, and piss away the rest of my life in a drug-induced stupor. Doesn't that sound relaxing?
New days keep coming before I'm ready.