My Monday didn’t start off too cute. It was frustrating, salty, ugly and steadily built up to an ‘am about to hurt somebody’ crescendo as the hours passed.
I went to bed Sunday night (well, erm, very late Sunday/very early Monday) with that pre-Monday-morning feeling, thinking “right, when I get up, it’s gonna be goal-achieving all the way. This sista’s gonna be kicking some serious Monday butt. Grrrr.”
My ass got kicked instead.
Two words. Fucking. Internet.
I shall say no more.
(she takes a deep breath and exhales light)
May your week be a fruitful and productive one, y’all.