It's a peculiar thing, Monday... an innocent day like any other, but how it manages to grip your insides and fill you with dread as the weekend comes to a close is like a riddle that has no answer. I'd already written once about a particularly bad Monday morning, but I feel like today is sort of worthy of another post. So like last time, today my bad Monday started out with another ominous dream. In my dream, I had waken up in the middle of the night and for some reason couldn't fall back asleep. There was a faint light poking through the curtains, from which I wasn't sure whether it was the street lamps or the rising sun, but I figured it was probably morning anyway and decided I would just get ready for work early. On my way to the bathroom, I checked my phone for the time, which read 3:50. In the morning. Half annoyed, half elated at the prospect of three extra hours of sleep, I headed back into the covers. And as soon as my head hit my pillow, my actual alarm we
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