A Bad Case of the Mondays

Oh Monday, Monday, Monday, how I loathe thee. Why does it always seem like the most boring or frustrating of days fall upon you? Do you enjoy being constantly criticized for your poor nature? I bet you don't. I bet you say that you didn't choose to be the first day of the week, that you never asked to bear the burden of the end of the weekend. But even though you never requested these things, or even if you were forced into it, we all still hate you. And there is no avoiding this hate. I bet your pal Wednesday tries to cheer you up by telling you that he, in fact, is the worst day, for heaven's sake, he never gets any special placing like you do, being at the beginning of the week and all, unless you count being called "Hump Day." I bet you plea that, on rare occasions, you are Christmas, or Halloween, or the 4th of July, but you know what? Everyday has been those before, you're not so special. So please dear Monday, in all your icky glory, can you go away today and bring back your friend Saturday? Everybody would probably like you better if you hung around that guy a little more. He's so fun and fresh, you could learn a thing or two from him. So take the things I've said to heart Mr. Day, and don't come back in any way.

Waiting for Saturday, Oli