When I had to work, I hated Mondays. Something always went wrong on Monday. Always. So I grew to be more and more like Garfield, hating Mondays.
Then this Monday happened.
We have cable. 48 channels. I watched The Cosby Show in English.
And we have the internet at home. So I'm typing you from the comfort of my living room, on my computer, at 6:30 pm. Glorious, glorious Monday.
Now, if only the toilet would work right. (So, it was a bit of a typical Monday after all....)
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