I had a crappy weekend. Do you ever have one of those days where you wake up on the wrong side of the bed and you know you’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed and there just doesn’t seem to be anything you can do about it? Yeah, me too.
And the more you try to tell people that you’re in a bad mood, the more they want to try to help you out of your funk? And really, you just want to be left alone so you can wallow in some self pity? Yeah, me too.
And then you sit in front of the TV, which you don’t even like, and watch a marathon of NCIS just because its mind numbing? And you can talk to the TV and say things like “Take that! You stupidass bad guy” and feel better because you got to yell at someone who actually deserved it? Yeah, me too.
And then on Monday morning, you wake up and just lay in bed and wonder if you’re still in a bad mood? Has it lifted, finally? Maybe. But it’s Monday. hhmm the jury may still be out.
Then do you go in to make some coffee, all the while thinking that you’re going to have to write about your crappy weekend, and wonder if anything good can come out of a crappy weekend? Yeah, me too.
And then maybe you might get an email from CGMan that has a picture in it that is sure to make you smile? No? He didn’t send it to you?
I’ll share mine:
Then you think to yourself that your commute is never this much fun and poof! the bad mood is gone. Even on a Monday.