Monday

MONDAY

The incessant buzzing invites itself into my ears like an unwanted solicitor trying to sell me the “beauty” of waking up. I blindly reach over and slam the door in its face. Ahhh, another beautiful freaking day. I attempt to open my eyes but the sun pouring in through the cracked blinds isn’t being very compliant with my request. Finally, a speeding cloud cuts in front of the sun like a maniac driver as I blink my eyes a couple of times trying to gain focus. I stumble to the bathroom and splash some water over my face. The sting of the cold liquid jolts my nerves, briefly injecting energy into my veins. Too bad it doesn’t last; soon reality will storm in with its minions: the computer that stares at me, mocking me with its tedious, monotonous figures and symbols; my boss, who I’m pretty confident is Satan himself, or at least one of his higher ups, nagging me like a homeless guy for some change. I swear to God if I had the opportunity I would slap the shi…But I digress. The Sun is now gone, yanked out of the game by God who brought in Rain from the bullpen. The girl I brought home last night is gone without a trace and it appears as though she took my Fruity Pebbles and Sun-Times with her. Yep, another beautiful freaking day.