I hated today.
Not because it was a Monday... Mondays have no meaning when you have to work through the weekend... but because it was a day of the week.
I'd elaborate, but I just don't have the energy to deal with the fallout from making a bad day even worse. No matter though. Vague constructs define the world we live in now, so you should be accustomed to having only a minimal amount of information available to you. Nobody wants to know how the sausage is made and all that.
As for me, I try not to think about it.
But I just can't help it. I'm a thinker.
I think about a lot of things throughout the day.
Which only ever seems to lead me into (more) trouble... and so most of what I think about now-a-days is how I can think less.
It's harder than you'd think.
Certainly harder than what I thought.
And so here we are.
Hating Monday and such.