Monday

Not emotionally having the best Monday



I drank to much last night, so simply recovering, I suppose.
I don't feel bad, I just don't feel good...I'm just awake and here, I suppose.

It's Monday



It's Monday, and I've been in bed all day pretty much just ______ with self.
I drank way to much yesterday evening and into the night, today I'm paying for it.
Phones been off all day, just watching movies and the Twilight Zone episodes.

Not a productive day at all.
I feel distant from everything online now.
Big tech and greed have ruined social media.

Monday



Yep, it's Monday, Monday is scary day, Monday is when the curtains of safety are withdrawn and all the ugly administrative state wakes up.
It's when all the ugly talk radio people are back on their shows stirring up emotions to their audience and deliberately making people irate for ratings.

Monday is when bills are due, and you can no longer hide.

The weekend shields of from a lot of stuff that then Monday brings to the table.
But at least I don't usually have to work on Mondays, so that's one plus, that aside, I will still get smeared by my own personal reality, I always do, and I never ever really win.
I get by, but I never ever seem to score a sizable victory.

Everyone around me is flaky.

That being said, I will get up today out of bed or my perch, and I'll do a few things, try to make positive change in my life, but in the end, none of it will work, or it'll cost to much.
I think I was just born to get beat every day, and then write about it.

Anyways, it's Monday.

Scared Monday



It's Monday and I feel scared, scared of everything, including myself, and or my ability to handle pressure and fear put upon me by life.

Also, fridge not working right, which means I have to call maintanance people, which means..

1. I have to get dressed and groom (yuk)

2. I have to clean the kitchen

3. I have to clean the front room, and any other room that looks junky that they might see into.

It's basically work, cause I'm the type, if come into my place, my place reflects me, and I don't like people coming in and seeing a messy place.

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What a hassle.
Then next week I've gotta travel, and super nervous about it, cause people are mean now, just look at the headlines.
It seems everyone has 199 reasons to hate you now, I mean just for existing and bothering no one, people still hate you, or so it seems.

And it doesn't help that a drank yesterday, stupid me, I should of known better, going that route never helps anything.

( By the way, I hate so called 'gun violence town hall forums, that some cities hold...why do I hate those?
Cause everyone show up except those criminals actually committing the crimes and shootings on the streets, so what good do those 'gun violence' meetings have when those shooting people up don't attend those meetings?
They're nothing more than 'feel good' 'rah rah' meetings for elected officials, what a waste of time...cause if want to stop shootings, than lock the shooters up, plain and simple)

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Anyways, got a bit distracted there by the radio.

It's Monday, I'm here, and well, hating the day so far.

It's Monday, Dr King day, and I feel like $%##@*



It's Monday and I feel like whatever.
I drank to much yesterday, and then made reservations while drunk...(never do that)
I wish the last part of yesterday were just a dream, but it wasn't....but may as well been, cause I was drunk.

Anyways, today's here now, once I stop beating myself up mentally, maybe I'll get up and try to get a few things done.

It's Monday.

One of the most boring, meaningless, Mondays I've lived through in a while.
Last week at this time I was in WA State...wow

Now, I'm back home and doing absolutely nothing on my day off.
I drank Sunday, and well, booze just hits me the wrong way now.
If already sad, booze just makes you more sad.

About to clear out the mail, as in a shoe box that I toss all mail in and don't open them until weeks, months, later.
No good news ever comes to me in the mail.

Oddly though, under Trump, you never knew when receiving some covid check...oh, those where the days.

Today has been a bust



Today has been one of those days I really have no need to remember...it's been a bust, pretty much recovering from yesterdays late evening drinking, then going out.

And I was doing so well prior to that. I wish now that I had just thrown out the beer in my place instead of letting it sit there for a week, cause finally the temptation was to much, I gave in, and the results were the same.

Oh well, there's always tomorrow, maybe, cause sooner or later even tomorrows run out for us.