Kill me now...

Mondays suck.
It's gotten to the point where when I see the word "Monday" I get all like, "ughhhhh..."
Sunday nights suck, too.
Sunday nights mock me - "haha. technically, i am the weekend, but when you go to sleep tonight, you'll wake up to the sound of your alarm clock in the morning. haha. you can't really enjoy me. haha."
Whoever sang that song "This manic Monday... I wish it were Sunday..." should have sang, "This manic Monday... I wish it were Sunday... mornings..."
If Sunday nights were a person, I'd seriously give him the evil eye.
Now, Tuesdays aren't any treat either, but I'll let that one go.
Today is Monday, and I'm hating it.

You know what else I hate?
I hate it when I wake up in the middle of the night to a cold, numb, arm.
Whose arm?
My arm!!!
You know what I'm talking about?
... When you cut off circulation in your arm, so it's like a dead limb?
It's really creepy.
You can't even really move it.
The first time it happened to me, I was so freaked out.
I was like half asleep, so I wasn't sure if it was my arm or someone else's.

But, do you know what I love?
I love waking up thinking, "Oh my dear God, I have to get ready for work!!!"
But then, realize that it's Saturday or Sunday.
The initial shock makes the reality that much more sweeter.

I hate Mondays...