I like Mondays, it means I get to go back to work and do that thing that I like to do. There is just one small problem with Mondays with me, that’s the travel back to Tucson. Depending on the week, it just screws my body.
One thing that happens is that everything feels like it’s been abused by eight gallons of coffee. The heart feels a little faster, my mouth has a slight taste of acid in my mouth, the rest of my body is jittery.
This is my monday.
This is what happens until Tuesday morning. Mondays suck, but not because I got back to work.