Remember how I used to be all “I HATE you Monday!!!”? all the while taking it out on Sunday? But then when I started my private practice and left my old job I was all “Hey Monday, you’re cute.”
Trying hard to avoid the Sunday Night Syndrome these days. So in the spirit of prevention, last night I went out to see “New Moon” with a bunch of my thrilled and/or embarrassed girlfriends. Clearly, I did this for the Syndrome. It’s not like I’d been arranging and planning this over email for over a week…or anything like that.
I’m just trying to save Mondays.
it’s like I’m a martyr for the cause. (can you be a martyr for your own cause? probably.)
I may or may not have giggled and swooned.
I may or may not have dreamed about sexy werewolves and vampires last night
I may or may not have felt a little cougar-y while watching that movie.
I’m just committed to turning Sundays/Mondays around, dude. And let me just say.
That worked.
