Sunday, the day the lord herself rested; if you believe that shit. It's the alpha and the omega of the week; the end of one and the beginning of another. Like Garfield I hate Monday. Monday is another day of work that always seems to drag. I sleep poorly so I am usually half asleep until about 10 or 11 in the morning.
Music helps pass the time but I tend to listen to the same stuff over and over until I get tired of it. Some days it really helps me get into the zone, and forget that I am at a job I dislike. I can turn off my brain and just do the job on instinct, like a zombie searching for fresh brain, I need something that will energize me, something that keeps me going, something that doesn't plan to kill me (hopefully).
When music doesn't work I turn to bad TV on netflix or something. I once watched every Austin Powers movie back to back to back in one shift at work, a feat I am probably too proud of.
Wait I was thinking of rest..I am probably over tired. It is what I get for waking at 4 am and not trying to sleep more. I want to sleep more but my body doesn't give in to sleep until around midnight and i have to wake up before 6 am to get to work at a time that allows me more time after work to write, to play guitar and to forget that I have to do all of it again the next day. But I do. Until the end of the fucking world.
Now I will attempt sleep. I do not have high hopes.
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