OCIM. Tis the opposite of TGIF. Monday’s are nature’s way of reminding me that my eventual death will be fine, because death will not contain Mondays. Except in Hell. In Hell, it’s always Monday. In case, you did not pick up on it…I’m tired. I have my screen name for a reason. Couldn’t sleep at all last night due to family drama and my general pyschosis, so aside from reading 200 pages in a book about the fall of Enron, and playing some Mario Party, yesterday was highly unproductive. Oh, and I watched Miami Vice. Don’t do that. Don’t do that to yourself. It’s bad. Visit my movie review site if you want details.
Here at work, I’m listening to “DUDE SHE GOT SO DRUNK” stories about the Christmas party, which are mildly entertaining. Disney on Friday was good, but way too crowded. It’s always awesome to see the park done up for the holidays, The Haunted Mansion and Small World are completely different, but when I’m negotiating 500,000 of my new closest friends to get to them, I lose a little of my Disney buzz. Silly hat was still worn. No one can harsh the silly hat buzz.
To all of you experiencing Monday, you have my sympathy. It sucks. It always sucks. Short week for me this week. I have today and tomorrow, and then Wednesday I’m off to Virginia to see the fam.