It's Monday again and I'm not sure what I think about that. Mondays, you see, have a curious way of coming around every week - once a week - like clockwork. Every time I'm not sure what to think.
Birth of a new week?
Birth of a new era?
Brave new time?
Or just another goddamn Monday?
Thing is, way back when in the Bronze age someone made a hot fire.. hotter than before even, and they managed to heat some iron up enough to make it malleable.. and thus the Iron Age was born..
It was probably a Monday.
But then again.. I think Einstein had his great theory of relativity break through on a Tuesday cause he was hung-over on Monday.
It's all relative.
So Monday is really a false start. A false positive. It _could_ be.. and it could _not_ be. It's what you make of it.
BritCoal: I'm just an impatient bastard
xYxYxYx: yeah well.. you know it doesn't make it any less exciting.. this is like the best time
BritCoal: yes, it is
BritCoal: bittersweet though
BritCoal: like smelling the bacon while it's cooking
xYxYxYx: bahh. dont be a pessimist.
Everyone is always worrying that I'm some great pessimist come to reign terror on their parade.. People get in a huff because I don't see the bright side of life, apparently.
Some people are just plain wrong. Really. I've been over this before. I'm a realistically satisfied.. really.. I am.
Monday and all..
I couldn't be happier.
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