Tell me, why?

[eor]

It's not that I don't like Mondays. It's just that I inevitably have a whole bunch of things to deal with and not enough time to deal with them all. With this endless list, how can I justify just blowing off a few hours and relaxing.

"And he can see no reason,
'cause there are no reasons.
What reason do you need to be shown?"

Guilt, she suck mon.

"What's gonna happen if I give the man a dime,
I don't want to pay for another brother's wine."

I've got a great life. It's hard to express and my general quiet and morose nature makes it even more so. Still, it's phat as a prize pig. (Plus it has primo alliteration, so phear its awesomeness.) I'm willing to share it, but honestly, I can't be bothered to try really hard to share it.

"Oh, oh.
I'm an alien.
I'm a Jamaican in New York."

Sometimes I feel like an alien in this society. I can see how it's broken. I just can't picture a way to fix it.

"On a crash course for a planet,
made with mountains of my favorite food."

We went out tonight for derien's birthday dinner.

"On the seventh day she rested,
woke up early, and made ice cream."

Now I really should go to sleep.

"Lids down, I count sheep, I count heart beats,
the only thing that counts is I won't sleep."