Monday, February 26, 2007

Fuck Monday

This truly is the only coherent thought that I have had all day.

I spent the weekend drinking, socializing, drunk-singing, drinking, drunk text-ing, and drinking. Monday has brought all of this fun to an end.

I'm currently sitting in class, not paying the least bit of attention as an intricate discussion on the details of something called joinder wages on. I sit here not having done a single bit of reading and not really minding this fact. I sit here just waiting for this jail to let me out in 40 minutes.

I'll make love to Tuesday, but I'll give Monday a fake phone number. So, I'll say it again: Fuck Monday.