Why is it on the weekends I'm always up at the crack of dawn, yet on weekdays I sleep in well past my alarm. Guess it's linked to the fact there's a bit of Garfield in me since I hate Mondays and find it hard to stomach heading back into the office after such a restful weekend. But, like most Mondays, they're much worse in the anticipation vs the actual day because everything was just as it should be. Emails, phonecalls and arrangements. Bread and butter. Hometime couldn't come fast enough as I couldn't wait to get back to hanging out with Rebecca, laughing at early evening television, playing games and reading books. If that's all life could be, I would freeze myself in a snowglobe and make sure no one would skae it up.
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