I’m not a fan of Monday. I think I made that clear last week… But the thing about Monday is that it always comes at the same time each week. Barring any kind of space/time/calendar weirdness going down, there’s no way to avoid the inevitable. It’s gonna get you whether you’re ready or not. The weekend is usually a time of full speed ahead. The nonsense that you couldn’t get to during the week… like sleep, can be caught up on those forty-eight glorious hours. Think about it… most of life is lived during the weekend…When you’re out and about churning away at your 9 to 5 gig, you’re not really living… you’re working for that set of other hours…if you don’t believe me, just ask the band Loverboy.
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