Monday, September 15, 2008

i do like mondays.
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that's right, i do. after all, it's not their fault they're stuck at the beginning of the work week. it's not their fault they perpetually have to take the stage right after the superstar act that was your totally awesome weekend. it's not their fault you hate your stupid job, or your crummy classes. and yet, mondays are forever fated to be hated by the masses.

so let me be first to embrace the mundane of mondays.


this one in particular is easy to love. sure, i've got a ridiculously daunting two weeks ahead of me and a pit in my stomach the size of kansas. sure, i can't shake the feeling that i should have been writing scripts all day, rather than flitting about the office running my mouth off on various unimportant subjects. sure, i'm leaving town shortly and haven't packed a thing.

but it's beautiful, this sunshine-filled afternoon - full of promise. of hope and adventure. of all sorts of uncertainty and certainty that i am in for something good.

i guess it's not really a pit in my stomach after all. more like butterflies. pretty little winged things, knocking about against my ribcage and stomach with frenetic enthusiasm. making everything a flutter - turning my smooth talking into a stutter.

oh, who am i kidding, i'm a mumbler anyway. point is, mondays have a bad rap, when truly we should salute these unsung heroes of the calendar family -- for spring boarding us into new weeks, full of potential. for forcing us to get up out of bed and into new situations. and of course, for inspiring me to write such silly schlock.

here's to mondays. and whatever the hell tuesday brings.