I have to tell you, until today, I didn't know what this meant. Bad day? It must be Monday. Tired? Of course you are, it's Monday. Depressed? Monday. No, today was downright ridiculous. I have to be at work at 8:30 (technically 8:15). I woke up at 11. It's not like I hit the snooze or I didn't feel good. I legitimately didn't wake up until 11. My dog was even passed out. I wish I could say I'm really important at my job and without me that place wouldn't run. Not true. But today of all days I had actual responsibilities, all of which had to be done by 11 or at least started before 11. I screwed up literally everything I touched. On any other Monday, I would've cried. Today I laughed.
Here's to tomorrow. Piece out.
