Monday, Monday

It’s a dreary, rainy morning—no walkies for me. Just as well. It’s Monday and I’ve got all the energy of a desiccated prawn.

Monday. Given that it means "day of the moon," you'd think there'd be more butts involved.
~ Wataru Watari, やはり俺の青春ラブコメはまちがっている 3

So...Monday, you assless putz. We meet again.

We will never be friends—but maybe we can move past our mutual enmity toward a more-positive partnership.
~ Julio-Alexi Genao

Doubt it. Monday and I are def on the outs.

Turn off your mind, relax and float downstream.
~ John Lennon

That's what I need to do—unplug my bean. Maybe stare at the foggy waves or Cake or something.

Jen just told me that she just heard that Sex Pistol’s lead screamer, Johnny Rotten (AKA John Lydon), of all people, is a huge Trump fan.

“We’re bored of ‘intellectual’ left-wing ideas,” Lydon continued. “We can’t take much of you. You talk twaddle. Everything you do – you just miss the point of who the general population are.” (source)

A) who the general population IS not are
B) Rotten, like his demented marmalade, crime-ing hero, is more interested in keeping his face in the news than with other pesky notions, like truth, reality or basic decency.

So much for God save the Queen and the fascist regime, eh?

Did you hear? Tfg arrived in D.C. last night looking disheveled in his sweaty golf club togs and white golf shoes. There’s loads of speculation online this morning but no news yet. Was he indicted? Finally taken into custody? The YouTube vid (at the link) isn’t clear or close up enough to show if he’s handcuffed. Drat.

A goal is not always meant to be reached; it often serves simply as something to aim at.
~ Bruce Lee

Today my goal is to NOT doom scroll and get on my damn elliptical (since it’s raining out). Also, I’ve got to do my goddamned walk-without-support laps of the porch.

I CAN do this!