I really wish I could get over this major whine about Mondays and going back to work. I figure I've been doing this for at least 1500 Mondays since I've been classified as an "adult". It's even sort of sick that I popped the calculator up to figure that out. What's the chances of breaking a life long whine habit?

It's not like I have wonderful things I could do if I stayed home. In all honesty if I did not work I'd be forced to keep this place immaculate, my laundry always done and I'd probably guilt trip myself into having to cook. Next thing I know I'd be watching Oprah, then Jerry and then God forbid As The World Turns.

So I guess what I'm trying to do is brainwash myself into thinking that "Work is Good." I'll just keep repeating that. Yeah, that's the thing, I'll just keep repeating that.

That's about the most worthless bullshit I've ever pulled on myself too. Well, it's right up there with "yeah, these pants make my ass look smaller", heh. Who am I kidding work sucks and my ass is too big. God I hate Mondays they are just so damn depressing.