New Week -, New Hope??

Monday oh Monday why is it you're always the first to greet me each week?

Today was a day of hunger and hard labour. I don't know what to do with my work. It seems to be endless. I managed to finish a portion of it, but still, another 100 times the portion I did was left untouched.

What a great day to start the week, eh. Tummy aches, crying to be fed. Body aches, yearning to lie on the mattress. Mental stress, wishing all things were as simple as ABC and 123.

I wish that there's a time a space where everyday is Saturday. I don't want Sunday too 'cause I'll keep thinking tomorrow will be Monday.

Am I making sense?

Wanting everyday to be the same and yet at the same time thinking of the next day that never arrive? I'm confused. Too much to think. Brain is exploding.

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