I Hate Mondays
So, have I mentioned I hate Mondays? In general, the Monday after they force us to switch to Daylight Savings Time is the worst day of the year. This is doubly so, since I am hung over most mornings and it feels okay to drink an hour more, but I still have to get to work on time. It’s not like I can cancel classes every week, I can only do that every other week or they get suspicious.
This morning I had a stiff neck and shoulder. I think it was because I parked the van, down by the river, on a slope. So, I kept rolling to one side of my cheap mattress. When I got up and used the Texaco bathroom to wash up, I was not in a good mood. Let me rephrase that, I was in a worse-than-usual mood. Fortunately, I got my 44 ounce cup of coffee at the Texaco and that is starting to wake me up. Their coffee isn’t the best in the world, but it has the intended effect. I compare it to giving a blow job to Juan Valdez’s donkey. I’ll just leave it at that.
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