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Monday, February 28
"She opened the door with the greatest pleasure, she opened the door and she let me in..." -GBS who complains about mondays? mondays are a fucking gift. what better feeling than to know it will already be quasi-midweek tomorrow (tuesday)? if you really think your life involves suffering, if you're really unhappy with what you have to do and it feels like it's a strain just to "get through the week" then you probably already bitch about mondays and should reposition your reality so that it's a GOOD thing it's monday because tomorrow is TUESDAY, which is only a few errands and boring hours before HUMP DAY (a great excuse to drink)... and after that you've already rolled into veritable weekend territory. as for me... mondays rock. my breakfast always tastes the best on mondays, i love the feeling that i just enjoyed a weekend, and there are copious opportunities to simply exist with a more optimistic vibe than 90% of the people you encounter. fuck complainers. today's focus: memo + newspaper = compound deadlines, M's birthday = 3/9, less than 2 weeks before trip to Kansas, dance club @ this thursday
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