I had to try and refrain from naming the title of this post ‘Ha ha.’ It seems the Murphy’s law fairies are particularly aware of my blogger habits, and so whenever I take especial glee in a holiday, nice weather or having heaps of time (I think a previous post was called ‘Beating Time’) they rain shit and gloom upon me until I have anything but a smile on my face.
Hence the above expression.
Therefore, this post will be written in the most even-tempered of manners.
I have a few points of general ‘fond’ feelings today.
Firstly, it is Friday. This day of the week takes my heart to accelerated heights and gives me thoughts of a fantasy-like nature.
Secondly, it is the last day of Winter. Hence, tomorrow the animals begin to nest, amongst other natural-occurring and temperature-improving happenings that infer a more pleasing time of year. (Hold back throwing arms in air, hold back throwing arms in air…)
Thirdly, I have a 3-day weekend. This is most satisfactory to my life situation, and gives me time to – tee hee – NO. Stop that. It is very pleasurable.
Lastly, this morning I believed it to be Thursday, if only for 5 seconds. This sensation is on par with waking on a Saturday morning, thinking it to be a workday, and then discovering with gladness that it is not. This too, is encouragingly good.
These 4 points give me an above average level of ease. This is nice. This is most delightful.
Lovely.
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Friday, August 31, 2012
Friday, June 3, 2011
There's something in the air
I haven't written in this blog for soooo long. So I guess there's no time like the present to let you know about the weather today.
Waking up, though we're still only a few days into Winter (and I remind you that it is a Melbourne Winter which means it started in April) I actually felt on the warm side, and didn't need to grab at my nightgown as soon as I stepped out of bed.
I thought to myself "naughty weather, you can't trick me," and still dressed appropriately for what I felt would be a cold day: 17 degrees, bit breezy with isolated showers. I didn't go over-the-top with a long jacket or anything, we just came off a few days of cold but sunny 19 degree weather.
And maybe that's what it is. Coming off of those sunny winter days, although still cold, the air had a warm tinge to it this morning as I walked into work, magenta beanie, oversized white wooly scarf protecting me from any bayside breezes that may come my way. But no jacket of course.
And as I sit here at my desk, I have that feeling. You know the one you get when you're in the midst of summer, and suddenly a cold change comes along, with rain and wind and all? I've got that feeling, that sense that a change is near, a 180 gust that will move with it all nature, people and events. A change is around the corner, and it's unexpectedness and unpredictability is a most welcome relief.
But then again it could just be because today is Friday and everyone is super relaxed:)
P.S I'm up to chapter 5 of my book! (Fist pump, go me!)
P.P.S Stay tuned to this space, as I will soon be filling you in on perhaps the biggest of the past month's events, the one including THE MOUSE. Why should I keep this story to myself, when I could be sharing my spent pain, agony, and paranoia with you?
Waking up, though we're still only a few days into Winter (and I remind you that it is a Melbourne Winter which means it started in April) I actually felt on the warm side, and didn't need to grab at my nightgown as soon as I stepped out of bed.
I thought to myself "naughty weather, you can't trick me," and still dressed appropriately for what I felt would be a cold day: 17 degrees, bit breezy with isolated showers. I didn't go over-the-top with a long jacket or anything, we just came off a few days of cold but sunny 19 degree weather.
And maybe that's what it is. Coming off of those sunny winter days, although still cold, the air had a warm tinge to it this morning as I walked into work, magenta beanie, oversized white wooly scarf protecting me from any bayside breezes that may come my way. But no jacket of course.
And as I sit here at my desk, I have that feeling. You know the one you get when you're in the midst of summer, and suddenly a cold change comes along, with rain and wind and all? I've got that feeling, that sense that a change is near, a 180 gust that will move with it all nature, people and events. A change is around the corner, and it's unexpectedness and unpredictability is a most welcome relief.
But then again it could just be because today is Friday and everyone is super relaxed:)
P.S I'm up to chapter 5 of my book! (Fist pump, go me!)
P.P.S Stay tuned to this space, as I will soon be filling you in on perhaps the biggest of the past month's events, the one including THE MOUSE. Why should I keep this story to myself, when I could be sharing my spent pain, agony, and paranoia with you?
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
It's that time again....
I am starting to get excited.
Yes, this is me, getting all into the weather again.
I think the reason that I think, and I talk about the weather so much is due to the fact that it plays a strong part in my emotions and general mood. And no time of year pleases me more than Summer.
Ahhhh. Warm, hot, enveloping Summer.
I can easily handle any heat, because unlike Winter, I don't mind myself sweating and not being able to sleep at night. At least I'm comfortable. And eventually, I do fall asleep (assisted by the air conditioner!)Yet in Winter, I find myself soooo uncomfortable. I find myself in constant states of unpleasantness. Hubbie finds it hilarious the amount of times I've said lately, sadly, like a little child "I'm so cold." The list can go on and on: shivering, tense, cold, wet, wind-swept, freezing, chilly, cold (did I say cold?!)
And so I pondered all this, last night, as I made my way home from work.
Today is the last day of winter. It's turned chilly and gregariously windy outside, as Winter gives its parting farewell to us: "See ya! Here's something to remember me by!"
However, last night was something different all together. An inkling of things to come.
There was something different in the air. As I walked to the car park, I tried to observe it. It wasn't quite cold, yet when the gentle breeze blew through, you could feel it. The air suggested something, hinted at a mild atmosphere that was being subdued by the current month. This struggle between the seasons gave the air a nice, fresh balance. Cold when the wind blew; mild when all was still.
Walking, with the water beckoning and shining from across the road, it almost didn't feel like Winter. It didn't feel like Melbourne. The usual hustle and bustle of peak hour combined with the ravaging winter weather was absent, in its place replaced by a serene, calm atmosphere. Occasional bicyclists rode by, their night lights shining like the beacon of a lighthouse. Cars drove by, however their driving resembled that of a Sunday afternoon: relaxed and leisurely. Tall high-rise buildings and multi-level apartments were littered with the sprinkling of yellow colour, highlighting the warmth and presence made within its walls.
How nice it would have been to be viewing such a spectacular night from way up high.
Although night had descended upon the city, the atmosphere seemed to hang with an air of reluctance.
As the suspicions of Spring started to arrive, so too did the day find it hard to depart. Instead, wavering, waiting, holding on to some breath of hope, that a change was near.
As I drove home, it seemed there were fewer in the city and more people out in the suburbs. Arriving home from school and work yes, but also, lingering, feeling the night air, finding reasons to make their way out. Trying to work out why the night was not so unpleasant, and rather, surprisingly sweet.
We can all feel it in the air. A change is coming.
Yes, this is me, getting all into the weather again.
I think the reason that I think, and I talk about the weather so much is due to the fact that it plays a strong part in my emotions and general mood. And no time of year pleases me more than Summer.
Ahhhh. Warm, hot, enveloping Summer.
I can easily handle any heat, because unlike Winter, I don't mind myself sweating and not being able to sleep at night. At least I'm comfortable. And eventually, I do fall asleep (assisted by the air conditioner!)Yet in Winter, I find myself soooo uncomfortable. I find myself in constant states of unpleasantness. Hubbie finds it hilarious the amount of times I've said lately, sadly, like a little child "I'm so cold." The list can go on and on: shivering, tense, cold, wet, wind-swept, freezing, chilly, cold (did I say cold?!)
And so I pondered all this, last night, as I made my way home from work.
Today is the last day of winter. It's turned chilly and gregariously windy outside, as Winter gives its parting farewell to us: "See ya! Here's something to remember me by!"
However, last night was something different all together. An inkling of things to come.
There was something different in the air. As I walked to the car park, I tried to observe it. It wasn't quite cold, yet when the gentle breeze blew through, you could feel it. The air suggested something, hinted at a mild atmosphere that was being subdued by the current month. This struggle between the seasons gave the air a nice, fresh balance. Cold when the wind blew; mild when all was still.
Walking, with the water beckoning and shining from across the road, it almost didn't feel like Winter. It didn't feel like Melbourne. The usual hustle and bustle of peak hour combined with the ravaging winter weather was absent, in its place replaced by a serene, calm atmosphere. Occasional bicyclists rode by, their night lights shining like the beacon of a lighthouse. Cars drove by, however their driving resembled that of a Sunday afternoon: relaxed and leisurely. Tall high-rise buildings and multi-level apartments were littered with the sprinkling of yellow colour, highlighting the warmth and presence made within its walls.
How nice it would have been to be viewing such a spectacular night from way up high.
Although night had descended upon the city, the atmosphere seemed to hang with an air of reluctance.
As the suspicions of Spring started to arrive, so too did the day find it hard to depart. Instead, wavering, waiting, holding on to some breath of hope, that a change was near.
As I drove home, it seemed there were fewer in the city and more people out in the suburbs. Arriving home from school and work yes, but also, lingering, feeling the night air, finding reasons to make their way out. Trying to work out why the night was not so unpleasant, and rather, surprisingly sweet.
We can all feel it in the air. A change is coming.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Obnoxiously CHOMPing Chips
Yes, the above is TRULY possible.
Yesterday I had to take the train home from work, and although I thought I may have been running a little late in getting to the train station on time, I actually made it there closely approaching the 5:45pm arrival of my train.
And lo and behold, as I walked down the stairs to the platform, I saw the monitor, displaying a totally different train arriving, rather than my train.
I looked at my watch, and saw it was 5:45 on the D-O-T.
Not happy Jan.
So the train had arrived and left earlier than scheduled? That's not fair, that's like cheating! You can't have a train arrive and leave earlier than scheduled. Commuters plan their whole days around public transport, and if they miss their transport because it's left earlier, well..... GRRRR! NOT FAIR!
Yes they may leave late. That's allowed in public transport land. Just not too late. At least a late train means that commuters won't be in any danger of missing their travel appointments.
All this, plus extreme anger and frustration was what I was feeling, as I made my way to my regular spot along the platform to wait, for the next train, in 16 MINUTES.
And then 2 obnoxious nobs came along, chomping chips.
The first sign of their extreme obnoxiousness was the way they were eating their potato chips. I didn't turn to look at them, but from where they were beside me, I could hear the crunching, LOUD.
Then, Nob number 1 opened his mouth, and confirmed it all for me.
"There's so many people around, it's like a herd of cattle."
CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP.
"Notice how everyone is like, in black?"
CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP.
Only silence from his friend, as his friend was too busy CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP-ing too.
Wow Einstein. You have made the most extraordinary of observations. Yes Genius, there ARE a lot of people, maybe because it is peak hour, and it seems a train has left too early, leaving out hundreds of commuters who were counting on it to arrive on time!
And we're in black, because we have black coats, because it's winter, it's generally common, and it's freakin' depressing!
I don't know WHY I felt the need to explain myself to him in my head, but his random observations (!) were so madly pointless, that it infuriated me to the core. I almost expected him to pipe up next with "gee, look at all the train tracks, must be for some trains."
Duh. Stupid bogan.
And the CHOMP-ing. It was so annoying. Every CHOMP wound me up tighter and threw me more and more into a state of agony. I was sure they were eating, sorry, CHOMPING, with their mouths open, that's how loud it was. If I had turned my head to look at them, I'm sure I would have seen specks of chips flying out of their mouths, like cannons out of a rocket.
CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP. Like they didn't care about the late trains. Or the rain outside. Or the fact that their disgusting open-mouthed CHOMPing was rude, disrespectful and....obnoxious.
I was sooooo going to walk to another part of the platform to escape their annoying-ness, when they miraculously moved away.
Thank you.
Oh yeah, it turned out my 5:45 train hadn't arrived AT ALL, due to some technical fault. In other words, the train system is SHIT.
In the words of the Buffy/Angel-verse: Grrrrr, Argh.
Yesterday I had to take the train home from work, and although I thought I may have been running a little late in getting to the train station on time, I actually made it there closely approaching the 5:45pm arrival of my train.
And lo and behold, as I walked down the stairs to the platform, I saw the monitor, displaying a totally different train arriving, rather than my train.
I looked at my watch, and saw it was 5:45 on the D-O-T.
Not happy Jan.
So the train had arrived and left earlier than scheduled? That's not fair, that's like cheating! You can't have a train arrive and leave earlier than scheduled. Commuters plan their whole days around public transport, and if they miss their transport because it's left earlier, well..... GRRRR! NOT FAIR!
Yes they may leave late. That's allowed in public transport land. Just not too late. At least a late train means that commuters won't be in any danger of missing their travel appointments.
All this, plus extreme anger and frustration was what I was feeling, as I made my way to my regular spot along the platform to wait, for the next train, in 16 MINUTES.
And then 2 obnoxious nobs came along, chomping chips.
The first sign of their extreme obnoxiousness was the way they were eating their potato chips. I didn't turn to look at them, but from where they were beside me, I could hear the crunching, LOUD.
Then, Nob number 1 opened his mouth, and confirmed it all for me.
"There's so many people around, it's like a herd of cattle."
CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP.
"Notice how everyone is like, in black?"
CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP.
Only silence from his friend, as his friend was too busy CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP-ing too.
Wow Einstein. You have made the most extraordinary of observations. Yes Genius, there ARE a lot of people, maybe because it is peak hour, and it seems a train has left too early, leaving out hundreds of commuters who were counting on it to arrive on time!
And we're in black, because we have black coats, because it's winter, it's generally common, and it's freakin' depressing!
I don't know WHY I felt the need to explain myself to him in my head, but his random observations (!) were so madly pointless, that it infuriated me to the core. I almost expected him to pipe up next with "gee, look at all the train tracks, must be for some trains."
Duh. Stupid bogan.
And the CHOMP-ing. It was so annoying. Every CHOMP wound me up tighter and threw me more and more into a state of agony. I was sure they were eating, sorry, CHOMPING, with their mouths open, that's how loud it was. If I had turned my head to look at them, I'm sure I would have seen specks of chips flying out of their mouths, like cannons out of a rocket.
CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP. Like they didn't care about the late trains. Or the rain outside. Or the fact that their disgusting open-mouthed CHOMPing was rude, disrespectful and....obnoxious.
I was sooooo going to walk to another part of the platform to escape their annoying-ness, when they miraculously moved away.
Thank you.
Oh yeah, it turned out my 5:45 train hadn't arrived AT ALL, due to some technical fault. In other words, the train system is SHIT.
In the words of the Buffy/Angel-verse: Grrrrr, Argh.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
This Is Sick
It starts with an odd, dry, ticking sensation in your throat, that proceeds to a harsher, dryer, discomfort.
Sort of like a sharp instrument stuck there, and pointing at all sides of your throat.
After coughing a dry cough, for a day or two, the real deal-breaker comes in.
The flem.
It gathers in your throat, and it can either go up or down.
In front of people, you literally have to close your eyes and swallow, take in the slug, and pray it doesn't come back. But in the comfort of your own privacy, you hack and cough and try to get all the shit out, the shit that keeps blocking your throat (and hey now it's getting into your nose, too), but it is relentless and this incredible amount of flem just keeps coming back.
You cough and cough. You don't know why you cough anymore, it almost becomes a habit, getting air out, something out. When you cough it starts to hurt, your lungs heave, your whole chest and rib-cage area are stirred and pressured to an extent that makes you cringe everytime your mouth makes that convulsive "o" shape.
The coughing alternates. Sometimes it's a disgustingly, flem-induced cough, which does nothing more than push the flem that is deep down, stuck in the middle-of-nowhere land right up into your throat.
Again, if in front of people, all you can do is try and keep down this disgusting goo. Your voice is affected: it is scratchy, hoarse, infected and all you can do is pat your chest and keep on coughing.
The other type of cough is the dry, stabbing cough, where you feel the burn as if you are experiencing the driest desert in your mouth, and simultaneously a desert that is filled with knife-wielding men. Now you realise that the sharp instrument in your throat is in fact a cheese grater. You try and swallow (because with this cough, you want to) and fill up your throat with any kind of moisture you can gather, but to no avail. Because you will get better when you are better, and no amount of swallowing, hacking or coughing will do anything to help the cause.
To screw things up even more, just when you think things are getting more bearable, the slightest turn, nod or shake fills your head with such a deep, throbbing intense ache that even lying down doesn't help. It only changes the ache to throb at a horizontal level.
Your head aches when you're in the cold. It aches when you move. It aches most probably because you're not drinking enough water, and you're not drinking water because you'd rather have hot drinks to soothe your damaged, stressed-out throat. Hence the paradox in the situation.
Did I mention the voice? Part drag-queen/whisper/baby/50s sultry screen siren/hormonal teenage boy? Got all that? Yeah, good.
It's so entertaining having your voice break and change in so many levels just in the one sentence.
Halfway through your ill-induced consciousness now known as the only life you know, you actually lose your voice. All that can come out is a raspy, breathy gasp, if that. You think of what your weird hybrid of a voice was previous to this, and ask yourself the question, which would I prefer.... no voice or deformed voice?
Before you have much time to ponder the endless advantages of either option, the drag queen is back.
So all you do is wait for it to be over.
Or get meds from the doctor which is what I did 2 days ago....
Ahh, winter. No other season screws you like this.
Sort of like a sharp instrument stuck there, and pointing at all sides of your throat.
After coughing a dry cough, for a day or two, the real deal-breaker comes in.
The flem.
It gathers in your throat, and it can either go up or down.
In front of people, you literally have to close your eyes and swallow, take in the slug, and pray it doesn't come back. But in the comfort of your own privacy, you hack and cough and try to get all the shit out, the shit that keeps blocking your throat (and hey now it's getting into your nose, too), but it is relentless and this incredible amount of flem just keeps coming back.
You cough and cough. You don't know why you cough anymore, it almost becomes a habit, getting air out, something out. When you cough it starts to hurt, your lungs heave, your whole chest and rib-cage area are stirred and pressured to an extent that makes you cringe everytime your mouth makes that convulsive "o" shape.
The coughing alternates. Sometimes it's a disgustingly, flem-induced cough, which does nothing more than push the flem that is deep down, stuck in the middle-of-nowhere land right up into your throat.
Again, if in front of people, all you can do is try and keep down this disgusting goo. Your voice is affected: it is scratchy, hoarse, infected and all you can do is pat your chest and keep on coughing.
The other type of cough is the dry, stabbing cough, where you feel the burn as if you are experiencing the driest desert in your mouth, and simultaneously a desert that is filled with knife-wielding men. Now you realise that the sharp instrument in your throat is in fact a cheese grater. You try and swallow (because with this cough, you want to) and fill up your throat with any kind of moisture you can gather, but to no avail. Because you will get better when you are better, and no amount of swallowing, hacking or coughing will do anything to help the cause.
To screw things up even more, just when you think things are getting more bearable, the slightest turn, nod or shake fills your head with such a deep, throbbing intense ache that even lying down doesn't help. It only changes the ache to throb at a horizontal level.
Your head aches when you're in the cold. It aches when you move. It aches most probably because you're not drinking enough water, and you're not drinking water because you'd rather have hot drinks to soothe your damaged, stressed-out throat. Hence the paradox in the situation.
Did I mention the voice? Part drag-queen/whisper/baby/50s sultry screen siren/hormonal teenage boy? Got all that? Yeah, good.
It's so entertaining having your voice break and change in so many levels just in the one sentence.
Halfway through your ill-induced consciousness now known as the only life you know, you actually lose your voice. All that can come out is a raspy, breathy gasp, if that. You think of what your weird hybrid of a voice was previous to this, and ask yourself the question, which would I prefer.... no voice or deformed voice?
Before you have much time to ponder the endless advantages of either option, the drag queen is back.
So all you do is wait for it to be over.
Or get meds from the doctor which is what I did 2 days ago....
Ahh, winter. No other season screws you like this.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Summer is your Saturday, so today must be Spring
Driving to work today, I started to think about how great it was that it was Friday. Isn't it odd, how the whole anticipation of Friday afternoon and the weekend, the whole lead-up to it, is actually in some ways better and more thrilling than experiencing the actual weekend?
I think it's due to our wild imaginations. In our heads we have a multitude of plans and ideas, people to see, places to go and things to do, and the thought of all the endless possibilities create pure excitement. More often than not, we don't even get to do half of what we planned to do, then we get to Sunday, and as quickly as the excitement welled up, just as quick does it diminish when you see what's around the corner.
The start of the working week.
It's much like the seasons.
I love summer. Love, love, love it. I would rather be caught up in a boiling hot stinking day than be freezing my absolute you-know-what off. It is soooooo uncomfortable when it is cold. Yet when it's warm you can relax, read a book, tan, go for walks, shopping, eat out....... not that you can't do that in horrible weather (hehe) but you know, the wind and rain sort of ruins it. And in summer, well the sun shines on everything you do. :)
So I got to thinking. It's not the most mind-blowing of metaphors, but it works for me. The end of the working week is much like the anticipation of summer (well for those that favourably anticipate it.)
Friday is like the end of Winter, start of Spring, where you start to get that crisp Sunny weather, but it's still cold enough to remind you that it's not swimming weather yet.
Not that it matters that you have to wait, because you're already excited! It's here, it's here! Just knowing it's close, it's around the corner, is all you need. So you start to plan what you'll do on all your sunny days off, where you'll go, where you'll walk, eat, shop and just sun around. You make all of these plans, and it puts a right big smile on your face. :)
Then suddenly, before you know it, it's Summer! Like your Saturday, you go about doing all the big things you planned for, and hey, you do enjoy yourself! But somewhere in the back of your mind, you're thinking "something unfavourable is just around the corner," and as much as you try to put it out of your mind, you can't seem to forget the fact that the chill is approaching, in both literal and figurative terms. But time moves too quickly. All these things you plan on doing, well you're lucky if you do half of them. Time ticks and slips away through your fingers and you suddenly start to wish you had more time. But because you don't know a crazy old scientist with a DeLorean time machine, you can't really do much about it.
Quicker than you can click your fingers, Autumn is here. Sunday and Autumn are reflective times, when you look back at the good times you've just had, and try brace yourself for what's ahead. You try to enjoy it as well, hey it's not that bad, not yet, but to no avail. You've past the best and now the only way to look is forward.
And then it comes. Winter again. Monday morning.
It's a cycle, that we perform every week, every year. Despite not getting anything really done, and despite being disappointed when Monday comes around, we still allow ourselves to get excited over and over again, knowing in the back of our minds that we'll soon be disappointed.
But we're human. We need something to look forward to.
In the end, all you can do is look forward to Friday again, so the sun can start to shine on you.
I think it's due to our wild imaginations. In our heads we have a multitude of plans and ideas, people to see, places to go and things to do, and the thought of all the endless possibilities create pure excitement. More often than not, we don't even get to do half of what we planned to do, then we get to Sunday, and as quickly as the excitement welled up, just as quick does it diminish when you see what's around the corner.
The start of the working week.
It's much like the seasons.
I love summer. Love, love, love it. I would rather be caught up in a boiling hot stinking day than be freezing my absolute you-know-what off. It is soooooo uncomfortable when it is cold. Yet when it's warm you can relax, read a book, tan, go for walks, shopping, eat out....... not that you can't do that in horrible weather (hehe) but you know, the wind and rain sort of ruins it. And in summer, well the sun shines on everything you do. :)
So I got to thinking. It's not the most mind-blowing of metaphors, but it works for me. The end of the working week is much like the anticipation of summer (well for those that favourably anticipate it.)
Friday is like the end of Winter, start of Spring, where you start to get that crisp Sunny weather, but it's still cold enough to remind you that it's not swimming weather yet.
Not that it matters that you have to wait, because you're already excited! It's here, it's here! Just knowing it's close, it's around the corner, is all you need. So you start to plan what you'll do on all your sunny days off, where you'll go, where you'll walk, eat, shop and just sun around. You make all of these plans, and it puts a right big smile on your face. :)
Then suddenly, before you know it, it's Summer! Like your Saturday, you go about doing all the big things you planned for, and hey, you do enjoy yourself! But somewhere in the back of your mind, you're thinking "something unfavourable is just around the corner," and as much as you try to put it out of your mind, you can't seem to forget the fact that the chill is approaching, in both literal and figurative terms. But time moves too quickly. All these things you plan on doing, well you're lucky if you do half of them. Time ticks and slips away through your fingers and you suddenly start to wish you had more time. But because you don't know a crazy old scientist with a DeLorean time machine, you can't really do much about it.
Quicker than you can click your fingers, Autumn is here. Sunday and Autumn are reflective times, when you look back at the good times you've just had, and try brace yourself for what's ahead. You try to enjoy it as well, hey it's not that bad, not yet, but to no avail. You've past the best and now the only way to look is forward.
And then it comes. Winter again. Monday morning.
It's a cycle, that we perform every week, every year. Despite not getting anything really done, and despite being disappointed when Monday comes around, we still allow ourselves to get excited over and over again, knowing in the back of our minds that we'll soon be disappointed.
But we're human. We need something to look forward to.
In the end, all you can do is look forward to Friday again, so the sun can start to shine on you.
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