Maybe it's just me but I seem to be suffering from a condition currently where Mondayitis seems to be having the opposite effect... It's Monday - I shouldn't be like this. Instead of pissing and moaning about my day when I come home, I find myself with enough energy to oil change every car in the neighborhood while penning an e-novel about a mafia cleaner who runs a fleapit hotel, cooking up a pasta so awesome Italy gives me my own Italian birth certificate to claim me as their own and bench pressing the house while chasing my son around the place - all at the same time. Everyone seems tired though...Doctor, am I sick?
The various works and occasional ramblings of one man with no plan and everything that happens along the way. Once upon a time he checked out but like he mafia, he never really left..