Tell me why I don't like Monday

Tell me why I don't like Monday

02.23.04 (6:47 am)   [edit]
[b]Day 80[/b]

The crescendo of the weekend once again crashes into Monday morning. I stumble the 20 min walk into work, still tired, as sleep was once again fitful due to the wind and rain of the small storm that washed over the city last night, the remnants of which still hang in the air.

I have that dislocated feeling that yet another weekend of hedonism leaves behind. I check my phone to be informed that Liverpool have been beaten in the Cup and all domestic joy has been lost again for this season.

It is going to be one of those days.

The weekend was a long farewell bash for newly acquired friends; the fundamental problem with hanging around with Backpackers is that someone is always leaving, to be replaced by someone new in town. Friendships can be brief, but everyone leaves with a promise of finding someway to return here.

I arrive in work early, a chance to check my email and the thoughts and wisdom of you, my loyal blog readers…

oh my god McFarlane is in town!

( Mike: I thought "Shit!" was a bit of an understatement )

It definitely is one of those days.

Now, how much to tell you about my darling ex…

..well I know most of you know the story and some of you were lucky enough to witness firsthand the mess I got myself in to afterwards.... so I won’t bore you all with the gory details. Suffice to say I don't think we'll be inviting each other out for cocktails on the beach.

In fact im still hoping that one of you is winding me up big time and that I can have a big laugh about it later?

Matty