You know you're not really in for a great week when you wake up on Monday and are all sa-weet, it's Friday, suckas but then while you're brushing you're teeth you realize that actually it's Monday and you're all what the fook just happened to my weekend and when did all of these weeks start bleeding into each other like some sort of perverted and really uncool acid trip?
That's how I felt this Monday. But since the weeks and, more disturbingly, the weekends have been rushing by so quickly you figure this is just one more week watch it all fly by, right?
Because right now it's Wednesday but what it really feels like is Tuesday three weeks from now. Because surely, this is the longest week ever. And last night as I downed my fourth glass of wine I was all welp good thing it's Thursday and B was all it's Tuesday, you alcoholic. Somebody's totally getting stabbed this week.