Not that I'm complaining. It's a well documented fact that Monday and I don't really see eye to eye. One might even go so far as to say that we're sworn enemies. Mortal enemies even. There just isn't enough hyperbole in the whole entire
world universe to encapsulate my general disdain for Monday.
I'm fairly sure I got up in the morning, made myself reasonably presentable, then went to work for 8 hours or so...but I don't really remember any of it. I had to check a few timestamps on my work computer to be sure.
My body may have been sitting at my desk, shuffling around papers, staring blankly at emails and generally attempting to make myself look busy, but my mind was definitely enjoying a little vacation. I wonder where it went?
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