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Ah, Monday. The least favorite day of the week. The enemy of the common man. Okay, the enemy of people like me who don’t want to work.

What’s that? Oh yeah my bed is calling me. It yearns for me to curl up in a ball and cuddle with my stuffed teddy. Yeah, I have a teddy!! They make bed time more enjoyable.

I am being dramatic, you guys should know that by now. I just don’t know when I stopped liking Mondays. I used to be an optimist. I used to look forward to a new week, starting fresh, being excited about what could happen. That is no longer the case. It is work. I get so overwhelmed sometimes about work that I can feel my heart beating faster, my hands and pits get sweaty, and I am not in the best mood. My job isn’t terrible, I don’t feel like I am stuck per see, and yet I still feel this way.

It usually happens on Mondays. I think because I long for something that is now (not really but) so long away.

We’ll see. Maybe I’m lazy, but I don’t truly believe that about myself. I am a hard worker and I get to work, but the feeling in my chest of stress is just very apparent. Anyway, tomorrow will be better or I at least will be used to the humdrum in my chest by then.

-IC