I don't like Sundays

I used to dislike Sunday evenings because i knew it was work tomorrow, just like everyone else. Now I hate them because everyone else gets to go to work and I have to lie around in pain and on drugs.

I know it's right that I'm in no fit state to work, and I know it would be stupid and counter-productive to try, but I really really wish I was.

I want to wear nice clothes and sit through endless meetings and have pointless arguments over things that don't really matter. All so I can settle down in the evening and think about what I've achieved that day.

I don't want the sum total of my achievements to be 'took out the bin', 'did the washing up', and for managing those things to be a really big deal. I want to go back to when I could take that stuff for granted. Fat fucking chance.

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