So, we're back at the beginning of another week. Think mouse. Treadmill. Still, the first five days after the weekend are always the hardest, they say.
On a brighter note, tomorrow is Tuesday, and Tuesday is the new Friday. Especially if you have Wednesdays off or if you just call in sick mid-week.
After that, well, it's anybody's guess. I'm pretty sure there are drugs to cope with all of this, but they're probably illegal, so that's THAT idea out. I'll have to stick to drowning myself in green tea and Pixie Caramels.
Actually, what I need is a plan. A plan to save my inner mouse. If I was my own therapist I'd probably suggest putting inspirational posters on the walls of the treadmill. Or just installing a mattress.
Simply put - there's gotta be a better way. Life is not supposed to be a transition from a treadmill to a Zimmer frame. Is it?
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