It's not even that time of the month or that time a year coming to think of it, but all of a sudden Monday syndrome kicks in fiercely.
The day started on the wrong foot because I managed to knock over my alarm clock and misplace my Oystercard, which meant I had to spend more for a peak travelcard than on my last pair of jeans. The station looked like mayhem on earth and I spent 1.5 hours on a train to get to London Bridge because we got delayed AND diverted.
I don't know how other people manage, but I get the 'Why does it always rain on me?' feeling....
Please oh please I just want to make it home under the covers again
You don't know the half of it. OTOH, I enjoy my commuting times; it helps me to relax, I walk a lot, read a lot, listen to my music, think about it all.
My Monday is just beginning, and what a hell of a day it's gonna be. But I feel fine. It's sunny. And cold. And I gotta run.
T.