forget that it's monday
2002-04-22 / 5:00 a.m.

I don't care. I'm going to have a good day. I am, really I am. I'll chant it.

So what if it's Monday, the worst day of the week. So what if I got less sleep than I'd have liked. So what that I'll probably have to find time to fill up the tank before work.

I'm afraid to look. Did my flowers survive a whole night?

I woke up once to the cat meowing outside the front door. Thug tossed her scrawny ass out yesterday because we smelled cat pee again. It took me forever to get back to sleep.

Very weird dreams too. If I remembered them I'd share them of course.

'Tis how it is.