sunday nights

sunday nights are so painful..it's the feeling you get before going to the dentist, knowing you are subjecting yourself to pain but even worse, knowing you have no choice but to brave it. i hate sunday nights. it is so depressing. thinking of braving the mad selfish drivers on the road just to get yourself into the office where the pain continues. arghhh!!! i always wish i were a housewife on sundays. with no kids yet. otherwise i'd probably have to brave the mad selfish drivers to get the kiddies to school.

sigh.. you can tell i'm not an optimist. doom and gloom clouds me the moment the sun goes down. like how i feel the day after christmas. all the letting loose and not sneaking glances at my watch is over. the moment the sun goes down, i have to prepare mentally for the next day. the worst is setting the alarm for 7 am. after 2 blissful days of not bothering whether you wake up early or late. except on sundays of course when there's church. but at least getting up at 9am is so much friendlier than 7. and i have this horrid, annoying habit of waking up 10 minutes before my alarm rings every morning. like my brain has always been on-call for work. what is wrong with you, brain? don't you want that extra 10 minutes? my legs sure do! but when the weekend rolls by, the brain automatically knows no such thing.

i prefer a deep, comatose state when i sleep. no dreams (i hate those), no enlightening moments, no great ideas. no inkling at all that the alarm is going to ring. is that too much to ask?

i hate mondays. i am always a grumpy old bat on mondays.