I've realized lately that Mondays are really awful for me. Coming back from the weekend, whether it's fun (this weekend) or funeral-filled (last weekend), is completely wrenching. My energy level dips, I can't concentrate, my body feels ouchy and off-kilter, I amplify perceived slights ridiculously. I just want to go back to bed. I'm tempted to snap and snark at people. Compassion goes out the window, and I want to beat someone to a bloody pulp (figuratively. Mostly).
I guess awareness is helpful, but it would be better to fix it at its source. I'm working on it. In the meantime, if it's Monday, and I'm a bitch to you or call you past your bedtime and sound desperate and sobby and maybe a little bit mean, please forgive me. I'm not myself on Mondays.
Posted by thevieve at June 19, 2006 1:19 PMI woke up this Monday jet-lagged and in culture shock in Reykjavik (damn, that's hard to type). I'm ending it with insomnia, smoking in my non-smoking hotel room (using a coffee cup for an ashtray). In between I felt lonely, lost, excited, titillated, bored, exhausted, drunk, and who knows what else! (Ron and I got hit on by a true-to-life Icelandic hustler!)
The pic is the view from our room at about 1:15am. It's only gotten lighter since then.
In any case, Mondays are weird around the world, if that's any comfort. At one point, I just wanted to be home. Now, I can't be more thrilled to be here. But now it's Tuesday. So Mondays pass.
Posted by: David on June 20, 2006 8:00 AM