January 17th, 2011

Monday 17th January.

oooooooooooooohhhhhhhh..is it really that bad,perhaps it is, for i cannot seem to make any progress on the dreaded of all days,no wonder so many songs are written about such a day.Perhaps i am feeling horny.Perhaps i need to walk out side the front door and smell the damp northern air ride the big bus and thrash myself...perhaps i might come alive knowing that Mondays will always close.