Fancy Sauce – Go to Hell, Mondays

God, I hate Mondays. I hate Mondays so much that they still make Sunday a terrible day as well, doubly so without football, and despite the fact that I don’t have loads of homework to do anymore on Sunday night at this stage in my life. Really, you have to truly hate a day so fully that it ruins an entire other day for you. I don’t even know if I’m that upset about Mondays, now that I think about, because that’s really impressive. I’m not sure if I can pinpoint another day, or event, or even person that I dislike so much that it utterly and completely brings something akin to it to a depressing crawl. And that’s what Sundays are like; a slow crawl into this dreaded morning. The day just drags on with the clock continually ticking away until you resign yourself to laying down in your bed even though you aren’t tired, awaiting your fate that is Monday morning.