Monday’s Monologue

Put yourself  in my shoes.  No sooner had you woken up and already you hear the entire world cursing you under their breath.  The streets are clogged with traffic, people are late and they blame their miserable state on you. 

I mean, come on!  Am I like the original sin here?  Must I suffer every week because of an accident in naming convention?  Since I was conceptualized, I've never heard anyone thanking the heavens that it's a Monday.  Why does Friday have it so good?  We have the same number of hours, minutes, seconds.  What does Friday have that I don't? 

One of these days, I swear I'm gonna change my name legally.  How does Doomsday sound?

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Sorry, I'm bored.