saturdays really my only happy day of the week. There's a dark cloud hanging over sunday and it's not because I don't like work. I truthfully don't mind work. Its the hours and repetitiveness of work that gets me. 5 days in the row of waking up at 8am is a drag. I wouldn't choose to sleep in late if I didn't work, I would sleep differently. Better in fact if I knew that alarm wasn't going to yell at me. I'd prefer to wake up to the insessint meows of Coco demading to be fed and Charli walking across us looking for a hand to pet her.
There's no hump in my day thats for sure.