Today is Monday, but it’s the worst Monday; the Monday after Daylight Savings Time. When I went out this morning it was gloomy and windy and cold. Ok, now it’s sunny, but it’s a little too late for that, don’t you think? Let me hold on to the gloom and bitch about it. Does anyone else feel kind of fucked up? Anyone else feel less than motivated to do a damn thing? Are you all very tired? I got home from the dog park over an hour ago and I’m still sitting in my dog park clothes. I have snot and protein powder on my sweatshirt. I’m starving but I simply cannot walk to the grocery store 4 blocks away.
Is it Monday or is it New York? Is it Monday or is it watching The Oscars and feeling so so so far behind in life? Is it Monday or am I just 38? Is it Monday or have I been fighting my craving for Chipotle too hard? Is it Monday or am I actually just not the exception to the rule like I thought I was all along? Is it Monday or am I just pissed the fuck off that I don’t have an in unit washer/dryer combo? Is it Monday or is it the fear of never working again? Is it Monday or do I just need to do yoga?
If I was a lazy writer I’d say “I just can’t.” And I am a lazy writer.
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