Case of the Mondays
Today is the first day I woke up before 10 AM in about six months. As someone who is about to turn 24, I am fully aware of how sad this is. But, you know, hashtag YOLO and stuff. I had to do some work for school, and I couldn’t bring myself to do it this weekend, so this morning I had no choice but to crawl out of bed like Samara crawls out of the well in The Ring.
As I intermittently chugged coffee, slapped myself in the face, and ADD-ed my way back to Reddit, I told myself that, you know man, it’s just Monday. Of course it’s hard to concentrate. That, however, is bullshit. How do I know? Because, when I tried to sit down and get my work out of the way on Friday, I told myself that, you know man, it’s Friday. I guess what I’m trying to say is: I don’t know how to adult. In celebration of my arrested development, here is a scientific study on how people avoid work based on what part of the week it is.