For the past 2.5 months, Mondays were dreadful.
I would wake up, drag myself to the bathroom, drag myself to the bedroom, drag myself to the living room and drag myself to the mirror before my door.
As I did my last minute touch-ups to my hair, the mirror on the wall would scream ' Go earn your money already you lazy tart!'.
Mondays became a little different today. I would drag myself to the living room, and contemplate.
Its noon already, the weather's bleak, Im hungry and I ran out of coffee.
Everyone's telling me to give up. What do we have to hold on to anyway?
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