Dear Monday,

I had such high hopes for you. You were supposed to be the day I woke up NOT feeling hungover. WTF Monday?! You didn’t do your part. Again, I wake up, after only 4 hours of sleep, so tired and way too dried out. You know, dehydrated. From drinking.

Then when I get to work, you continue to kick my ass. Like seriously Monday, why can’t you be nice? This is getting old. You fuck me over, and from what I hear, there are lots of other people who would agree.

To make matters worse, the days before you are my favorite and always treat me well. Hell, Sunday provided non stop bubbly and two parties. Saturday gave me a fabulous day and night filled with friends, food and wine.

Monday you give me only one fucking thing…work. And a hangover. Of course, I had a lovely 2 hour lunch. But I’m not letting that fool me. You still want me to work for 8 hours. Fucker.

Please take the year of 2010 off. I can do without you.

Regards,

Susan Mercedes

Tags: hangover, Monday