Monday has to be the best day in the week. Since I don’t have to work, I don’t have to get up early and drag myself off to some job after playing all weekend. On Monday there’s new news, instead of a repeat of everything that was news on Friday.
Monday brings new mail in my mailbox and on Monday my psychotic asshole neighbor Brian goes back to work after being home all weekend. This is a good thing for the neighborhood, as he performed his Saturday act once again, first drinking, then screaming at passers-by, and then barking and grunting unintelligibly at the top of his lungs for several hours as a finale.
Monday is the best day to go shopping, especially during flu season, because most of the shoppers have done theirs over the weekend. The least number of people in the stores is on Mondays, so you’re not battling crowds either, and there’s plenty of parking space. The close-out specials are usually put out on Mondays, too, because they’re the tag-ends of merchandise the stores hoped to clear out over the busy weekend. Mondays are good bargain days.
And of course, each succeeding Monday brings us all that much closer to the day when that pig-brained little homosexual Socialistic fanatic, Barack Hussein Soetoro Obama, is no longer our President.