actually! i do have something to say.

MONDAYS SUCK. they remind us that no matter what we do, mankind will never progress. life is this endless thing, a cage called "time" which we have invented and fortified and glamourized and wrote several songs and poems about. and so, even if we cure cancer and end world hunger and lose 7 pounds, monday will still roll around and slap us across the face like: yeah bitch. you thought you were all that, you thought you were great and you thought you could change the world, but looky here, i'm the only constant and i'm going to torment your children and grandchildren and great grandchildren for all eternity. HAPPY FUCKING MONDAY.