Case Of the Mondays.

now listening to: Fewer Moving Parts by David Bazan

Week got knocked up and had seven children; each carrying a piece of her in themselves.

Sunday was easy going and didn't work, but went to church and did interesting things like going on long drives and what-not.

Monday was too disciplined and a workaholic, but had good intentions.
Everyone hated Monday, because Monday reminded them how lazy they were.
It's not like Tuesday was any better.

Tuesday went to work too, but didn't stick out enough for anyone to haze with insults; the invisible middle child. She was only really thought about when people would ask which sibling was here and the reply was, "I think it's Tuesday."

Wednesday was technically the middle child, but because so, he got a lot of attention for being in the middle. He got a nickname for it, even.

Thursday was laid back and liked watching a lot of television. Thursday wanted to be like the fun siblings-- Friday and Saturday, but had to remember that he had to go to work in the morning.

Friday was a party animal and did not worry about waking up early. He worked but he was always checked out because his mind was more interested in having fun.

Saturday usually just tried to be like Friday, but Saturday sometimes had a guilty consience about what Sunday may think if she didn't wake up early for church.

I always felt bad for Monday.
What did Monday do to anyone?
Nothing.



shalom.