What the heck? I woke up (reluctantly) today and realized that it is Monday. I was grumbling and groaning about Monday, unwilling to let go of the lovely, lazy Sunday. The first thing that I did was bitching about my damn alarm clock which I snoozed it for a couple of times. Then, in the darkness I struggled myself to look for my glasses. Shit! Damn my short-sightedness.
I thought to myself, why would people all over the globe would hate Monday? It is simple. Contemporary man is completely sold to the idea of the weekend and, therefore, horrified by the idea of working seven days a week. People drag themselves through workdays so they can relax in the evenings. They endure the week so they can have the weekend. Right?
Monday is really a mundane day for some of us. Monday means I had to tune myself from the slobbing-mode to studying-mode. That's the tricky part. *sigh*
