I'm writing this a few minutes after 2pm while listening to Epic The Musical which is most likely the only highlight of my day.
You know that meme when you wake up and realize..
Oh shit, it's Monday.
I had that realization and God, what a Monday it has been.
The day started pretty much like how my other days start.
Woke up by 6; did my brief early morning exercise; groan about the classes for the day; moan about the money I'd spend getting to those classes and other simple things like that.
I even had a bit of home that maybe today would be just a regular day.. no need to assume that just because it's a Monday, it'll be shitty.
Then my mother screamed my name, nothing really like a dose of 15 minutes of nagging to start your week.
7:15, dressed and ready for school. Mood ruined already cause of my mum but hopes are high.
My sister called as I was packing my bags.
The dogs have torn your shirt!!
The image above is an old picture, 2022 to be exact.
So he is 4 years older and in his old age (10+) he has reverted to his bad juvenile habits.
That includes, peeing or marking everywhere, dragging down clothes and other mischief.
I never expected him to do the same to mine cause my belongings were regularly exempt from his mayhem....
Guess not on Monday.
The shirt was torn and literally rags now, the dog looked at me without any remorse, and I was just calm, cause anger was wasting energy that I didn't even have.
Now I'm at school, hungry, hot and the majority of my classes have been cancelled. So my transport is now wasted.
Monday, please I'm tired.
