I almost feel sorry for Monday, the way everyone dreads it so. A case of the... it sucks, an awful way to spend 1/7th of your life. I figure if I live to be 87 (which is my goal), then I will have spent 63 years resenting one day of the week (philosophically I reason that I never truly hated Monday until I was 24, mathematically 87 minus 24 = 63). Stick with me here: 63 years of one day a week makes 3,276 days I will have spent bitter. Added up, that's 468 weeks total, 117 comprehensive months, 9.75 years. If I accept the fact that Mondays suck, I will have spent over 9 years waiting for the day to be over.
If that is the case I might as well throw away another 9 years and die at 78, which is not going to happen because Zoey will only be 45 then and will clearly still need me, right?
Yeah. Verging on Carl Sagan/Lao Tzu here, I know.
So Monday, here we are. Upon discovering the following video I immediately felt that I had found my spirit animal in this sexy beast Russian yodel-model man. Something about his hair, the swagger of his head, his nostrils... the way he smiles through both the high notes and the low. I am so totally channeling this guy today and every Monday from here on out.
9.75 years going hahahahaha! and pointing my finger; I vow to walk through the hallways of wherever I work singing this song without waiting for anything to be over.
Happy Monday, people. Watch the video and just you try and tell me differently.