More of an “inaction plan,” really. Unfortunately, like all unwanted visitors, Monday always comes around just the same.
Sunday nights
Sunday Night Musings
So. It’s Sunday night and I didn’t win the mega-lotto jackpot. Again. I guess this means tomorrow is the start of yet another work week. Damn.
Bracing for Impact
Sunday, Funday. Blech. That’s a lie if I ever heard one. It doesn’t seem to matter how many days there are in a weekend — even a 4-day weekend like we just had — every Sunday there is still this mad dash to get my shit life together in like 12 hours. I blame Monday.
Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep
Just say no to Mondays.
Musings from a Tangled Mind 