A Case of the Mondays

So have you ever woke up just knowing it was going to be one of those days. How about this, have you ever gone to bed that night before knowing the next day was going to be one of those days. If you haven't, I am.

Last night, I was tired as all outside. It was a crabby, dark day itself, so I was already on the "moving slow" end, and I was babysitting the 2 year old. So I was super tired last night. But I couldn't get to sleep. I was dead tired, but sleep was not in the plan my body had. Finally falling asleep around 1:30 AM or so, I struggle staying asleep. Since my emergency room escapade back in mid-March (before starting these, so you wouldn't know anything about is), I have struggled with sleeping. A combination of nightly cold-sweats, and visions in my sleep that I may or may not be able to decipher. The visions last night confused me. Some I could make out, others I couldn't. All the parts that had me wrestling or fighting with the commercialized object of death (the whole Grim Reaper thing), has me in shock. Either someone or something is going to come to an end. Hopefully a something, more than a someone. A vision of change, where something old dies and something new arises. But I question, if I am fighting with death, am I holding on to something that is meant to die out?

Anyways, my first set of visions was a Royal Rumble with death, causing me to wake up around 3:15 AM (yes I looked at the clock). Realizing that I was having my night sweats I went to turn the heat down, noticing it was only in the 60s: 64, 66...somewhere around there, so I was sweating on my own heat. So I get back to sleep and vision two starts. It's me, in a room (not my own now), auditioning people to be my roommate. Have I moved? And why was a homeboy from high school auditioning (not my current roommate, who I know from high school too).

Well that vision didn't give me night sweats, so I pretty much stayed sleep til this morning. Not wanting to get up...I finally do. Low and behold, I don't get to work til 9:30 AM...wanting to be heard around 8-8:30 like usual.

I get to work, and it seems a pretty regular day until I have to go make some copies. THE FREAKING MACHINE GETS A SUPER JAM! In the middle of a big job, so yes I had to start over. With my wonderful computer skills, and simple mechanical abilities I am able to get the jam out. No problem, but I go to re-staple the original files and, click click, I have no staples, it happens. I go back to my desk, which is pretty far from the copy machine to get some staples, and find out; my staplers WASN'T out of staples, it was full, they had just been jammed into the stapler. So I walked back, to finish my copies.

The END!
Did I mention, this is going to be a long day.

I Even Surprise Myself...

Today...is a day. Could it be a reincarnation of yesterday? What is the difference in today and yesterday..? Is it all not the same "day" just with a light cycle?

Do we distinguish days only by the fact that we sleep in between them? If I were to follow the sun around continuously, would I not always be in the same day? Only those in the darkness for a period of time would call the next showing of the sun a new day. Yet I have seen the sun consistently for 24 hours, and now back at the spot I started...it is still the same sun, the same day.

Why do we distinguish days? A time line...? For what? Who can stay alive the longest, because anything you do in a day is done. There is not completion of that thing. There is no going back to redo it. It is done. Now you may continue it the next day, but that previous day is past, the result received are going to be different than today's.

Even with days, why must darkness be so gloomy? Better question, why can't people shine sun on the darkness in their life? Why can people not see that their faults of today creates their troubles of tomorrow?

Maybe that's what days are for, to present us with consequence for what we've done previously. People ask, "why am I having such a bad day?", your answer...cause you f*cked it up yesterday.