Today...
I sat through all my lectures in a dreamy, almost cranky state. Monday is the day i spoil myself the most. Indulgent laziness, good food, and exposure to only the most aesthetically pleasing of things. It is also the day I wake up with a murderous glow. As you know, all the human qualities we hold dear only emerge in me after monday.
So there is this juxtaposition of sadism and calm. And when midnight arrives, I am left feeling sated - almost greedily so - and more than slightly sleepy. The foreplay of pleasures cultivated and experienced throughout my day has lead up to this moment. Monday is over, and tuesday morning will reveal itself to me in a less feral light. Monday's predictablity plunges me into the more optimistic fluidity of the rest of the week.
But you can't trust optimists can you? Oh no... we're all at our most natural on a monday - cynical little bastards, traces of sleep impressed upon our scowling faces. I hate mondays... and i fucking love that I hate it.
So there is this juxtaposition of sadism and calm. And when midnight arrives, I am left feeling sated - almost greedily so - and more than slightly sleepy. The foreplay of pleasures cultivated and experienced throughout my day has lead up to this moment. Monday is over, and tuesday morning will reveal itself to me in a less feral light. Monday's predictablity plunges me into the more optimistic fluidity of the rest of the week.
But you can't trust optimists can you? Oh no... we're all at our most natural on a monday - cynical little bastards, traces of sleep impressed upon our scowling faces. I hate mondays... and i fucking love that I hate it.