Monday Mourning.

Hey, I’m right there with you.

I can think of like *roughly* 248 other things I’d rather be doing than waking up early and facing the torture that is Monday morning.

I look back on my weekend and think, “Why did I take that 6 hour Netflix binge for granted?” or “Those five tacos I ate Saturday night were delicious, but how am I fitting in my skinny jeans tomorrow?”

Monday is like the freshman fifteen.

Monday is like the guy you met at Midnight Rodeo and regrettably gave your number to.

Monday is like finals.

Seriously just pops up out of nowhere.

“Monday is like that person who showed up to your party uninvited. Like you’ll allow it, but seriously…….how rude.”

Well I’m here to tell you something — WE’RE IN THIS TOGETHER. I don’t want to Monday any more than the next person. I’m here to wallow around in sadness with you on this blessed Monday.

As a Monday hating community, let’s cut each other some slack. Let’s let the left lane be for passing only, save the irrelevant questions for the professor until AFTER class, and give a kind nod when we see someone else who was obviously unprepared for every aspect of life today.

We can do this, y’all. In a few hours it’ll be Tuesday, which is like Monday, but we hold onto the hope that Friday is now closer.

Now let’s roundhouse kick Monday right in the jugular.