You gotta love The Boomtown Rats, they were fucking cool man, I think about them on a weekly basis because like them, I too want to shoot this whole fucking day down.
And the funny thing is, no matter how carefully I plan my weekends (doesn’t happen often), no matter how much productive stuff I try to cram into them, they always end too fucking soon and BAM! I’m back here, ticking the days off until the next weekend lands.
It’s probably because in the five days you spend looking forward to your next weekend, you build that basterd up to be some kind of life-changing experience, some kind of epic event that’s somehow going to make the time you spent slaving away for it worthwhile.
Mondays are a necessary evil I guess, but the good news is no matter how bad your is, at least you don’t live in some dust bowl redneck town where people stone each other to death for not going to church.
Happy Monday everyone!