I am somewhat disappointed in myself today, because I find my thoughts to be more of a jumble than I want or need them to be for a Monday morning.
I often have the feeling that I am experiencing a manic Monday, but the Monday’s I hate are those in which the manic part is true, and uncontrollable, so to speak.
This is the day when I am supposed to come out, swinging for the fricken fence, instead, I find myself skipping from one incomplete thought and deed to the next incomplete idea or action. Obviously, with my preference being that I have a productive, positive, and stimulating day, I am finding it extremely difficult to give in gracefully or to go with the fucked up flow.
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