There is a song out there by Cassette, called “I don’t like Mondays”
Well, you know what… I do like Mondays… it's Sundays that I hate...
Sundays ... 5pm to be exact…
It's when the uneasiness, the nervousness and the mild fear sets in.
It's like a fever...5pm shows the initial signs.
By 7pm, my palms are clammy...
And by 9pm… my back is twisting, my shoulders are around my ears and I'm a wreck…
Cut to 12:03… and I’m lying awake stiff as a nail, staring at the ceiling hoping that tomorrow never comes…
This can't be healthy…
But come Monday 10am… the fear is gone, and is replaced by a blanket of nothing…. A bubble of “numb”
Strap me up and let me bounce off the cushioned covered walls….
