Mondays are not the worst. Sometimes, Mondays are like dementors soaked in dark oozy putrid pus.
Today, when even bringing up a cup of coffee to my mouth seems like a humongous task. Today, when I go for my morning walk, dragging my feet and am usurped by a bouncy blonde all bottomed up in pink spandex. When I come back up, panting in the elevator, to my seventh floor apartment and find a house that has to be scrubbed, dishes that have to be cleaned, beds that have to be made, clothes that have to be folded and a book that has to be written, jheesus I feel like walking right back out.
I need a muse. And maybe this will work. Also a much, much stronger cup of coffee.
God, I love this band!