Monday, Monday, Bloody Monday

You ever get out of bed in the morning and realize you've just made a horrible error?  Now you have to be awake and do things.  Get dressed.  Brush your teeth.  If you don't, no one else will.  That is a Monday.  They suck balls.

You trudge through your day and count down the minutes to your lunch break and then, eventually, to your final minutes of work.  You count down the minutes in your car until you get home.  You have a snack.  You count down the minutes until that's over.  If you're me, you also have a cup of tea and reluctantly turn on your computer.  Editing is the last thing you want to do.  In your head, it sounds like mining iron ore on Mars without a spacesuit.  You blood boils and freezes at the same time on the surface of Mars.  You think about how cool that science is as you choke and reach your hand at nothing and die.  Cool cool science.  All in your head.

Finally, you groan and come back to life.  Computer's still waiting for you.  It's weird, double-visored cyclops-like face staring at you and mocking.

See?  It's got a face.

Come on guy.  Don't you want to be a writer?  Do this stuff for a living?  Fun fun fun.  You peel yourself off the floor and do your damn job.

It's a little dramatic, but that's how I feel.  Editing is the absolute last thing I want to do right now.  I'm actually looking out my window and seriously considering mowing the lawn.  My old nemesis.  But I'm editing anyway.