Mondays

I'm not really sure why Mondays get such a bad rap most of the time. I understand that going back the grind of working is what kills it for most people, but you would think that the alternative of not having any money would have squelched that one pretty quickly. I think I'll blame the government again.
Either way, I've had a pretty good Monday. I woke up at a good time, showered, got spiffed up, and actually ate breakfast for once. After completing that terrible ordeal, I threw my sister in the car (not literally, at least as far as you are concerned), and took her to drivers ed along with a hitchhiker we found in Maroa. I went job-hunting, stopped at Richland to do some more hunting, and had a chance to chat with a good friend of mine for a bit. I picked up my sister (again, not literally), along with the hitchhiker, who for some strange reason wanted to go to drivers ed as well, and took them to Maroa, where the hitchhiker got tossed out of the window so we could make it home on time.
And that brings me to now. I sit in my chair, writing this post as I wait impatiently for my girlfriend to appear on my doorstep so we can write some music.
I like Mondays.

On a random note, the hitchhiker looked a lot like my girlfriend's sister. Go figure.