Mondays...I hate them.

It's that time of the week again...the time when you never want to fall asleep because you will wake up to the repulsive taste of Monday morning. You know, that day you hate more than any other. It marks the beginning of an inevitably long drawn out week. The weekend has sadly been pronounced dead.

If I were Prime Minister...or President (depending what country you are reading this from) I would make it illegal to work Mondays. Or maybe it would just be illegal to work before 10AM on a Monday...because lets face it, if Mondays were not the beginning of the working week, Tuesday would be, then we would all feel this compulsory hatred towards Tuesday. 

I am so bold to say that "Mondayitis" is incurable. If it were not Mondayitis...it would be Tuesdayitis then Wednesday and Thursday, until the final decision of the end of the world be made and nobody would have to work. Ultimately, this feeling will never disappear, every week we must endure the droning sounds of the tolling bell as it marks the end of the weekend. We must be startled awake in the early hours of Monday to begin work. 

Suppose you are so lucky to work in an abnormal job where Monday is not your worst fear...I am sure you all have a nice life. Pfft, who am I kidding, EVERYONE has a day just like Monday to hate. 

But hey, I guess if Mondayitis is all that you are fearing right now and if Mondayitis is all that is making you miserable, then count your lucky stars. So many people in this world wont live to see Monday morning. 

Despite this...it doesn't change the fact that I am dreading tomorrow.