Why did the Bangles sing ‘…just another manic monday, I wish it was sunday…’? I hate sundays with a passion. Even on monday I wouldn’t wish it was sunday. Sunday somehow spells the end of everything. Fun, Sleep, control over your own life… It is without a doubt the most depressing day of the week. At least monday comes with a promise of possibly a better week and a new weekend at the end of it.
The weekend has been nice though. Have been spending some girl-time with Helmi, which has been due for some time. Even though on some grand scale of 20-something’s, I have become a boring old person and don’t enjoy ‘big nights out’ that much anymore, I did enjoy a nice Thai meal (well, when have I refused food…), drinks in the local and more drinks (eat your heart out Chelsea Clinton) back at the flat with some good conversation and films thrown in. All in all, a very nice weekend. Oh and check out Helmi’s new piercing, that she got in Moscow of all places.
Today is a complete non-starter however. I woke up less than an hour ago and it’s again pissing it down outside. I think some serious slouching in front of the telly is the only thing in the agenda for today. And tomorrow I get to go to IKEA. Yay. Who said mondays suck?