But Mondays are the worst. It's just so hard to try to get back on the night work schedule.
Especially off such a lame weekend.
Big News of the Weekend: I was the big hero, and fixed the neighbors lawn mower.
The good news is it was an easy fix, and I spent a good amount of time looking at the amble cleavage of a good looking neighbor girl. (Sometimes the simple pleasures are the best ones)
The Bad News: I also had to listen to an old fat woman talk about her sex life with her son. (Picture the Old Indian Woman for The Simpsons Movie, only a real person, and now imagine her bragging about how noisy she is during sex)
I'd go into more detail, but believe me, that's all you need right now.
This is a horrible, horrible post. But it's Memorial Day, so maybe everyone is out and won't even see it.