Monday

Mondays are cruel. I dread Mondays, and not only because I have an 8:30am French class. I have that same class on Wednesday and Friday and I don't dread them nearly as much as I do Monday. I've tried to figure out why I hate Mondays so terribly. Is it because I work all weekend and am then extra tired on Monday? Is it because I try to cram too much into my "extra" time after work on the weekend? No, I have decided that, like Garfield, Mondays are just out to get me.





Take today for instance, this morning when leaving my apartment I fell. I'm not talking a little stumble here, no. I'm sure it was hilarious to watch and I would not have blamed anyone for laughing. Somehow I half stepped off of the paved path and turned my weak ankle. This led to a drunken looking stagger sideways across the path. It is there that I fell, arms windmilling, into the mud. (Only my pride was seriously wounded, although I did scrape my left palm and right elbow.) Then, in my English class I choked. I wasn't eating, I wasn't drinking. I just choked on my own spit. This caused me to cough loudly and repeatedly and when I tried to stifle the coughing I looked and sounded like a cat getting ready to bring up a hairball. My soda wasn't helping to soothe the coughing so I decided to get up and go into the hall and find a water fountain. Of course, I was sitting in the back corner of the classroom the farthest from the door. Needless to say, my trip out of the classroom disrupted the entire class, all eyes were on me as I managed to escape into the hall.

So now, after the worlds worst Monday I am going to hibernate in bed with a book, and I'm not coming out until it's not Monday anymore!