them Sunday night blues

There is always a mood timeline associated with week days for us working class... For me, Thursday night is where the mood picks up from a plateau, since weekend is imminent and pay-day-drinks are had in the celebration of Casual Fridays. Then you have Post-Game Sunday nights that are usually the worst - all the fun has been had, all the parties have been shut down, and in this case, all the bets lost (Colts QB crushing my toonie dream with his ugliness)... add that to the notion of waking up early for another week of grinding through work, it's depressing enough. I wonder if there are any researches done on the suicide rate per week day (quick googling suggests Mondays and Wednesdays, huh).

Anyhow, today's Monday, Monday is a bad day - should be no news to
anyone... the gym was packed with January-fatties so I didn't make it. UofT decides to sell my Spanish Class textbook at a 60$ premium so I subwayed there for nothing. My computer still can't handle L4D2. My place still looks like the mailman exploded. Of course, I shall bore no one with office bitcheries involving mindless, endless, focusless meetings which started at lunch time and ended when my stomach was starting to eat itself. Nonono. Behold, lady (hi sis!) and gentlemen, one of my absolute favorite dish that I am absolutely craving right now... the original taiwanese-style (I think it's fried first then boiled) e-fu noodles... ... goddammit... just the thought of it... ahhhrbgrurhlahrl...