I always feel shitty on Mondays.
Sunday night, I go to bed just fine. Yesterday I was dancing and listening to music. Then Monday morning rolls around, and I can’t get out of bed. Even on holidays! It feels, physically, like something is holding me back. Imagine a toddler or a dog in one of those chest harnesses, and they want to run but can’t.
By this evening I start to feel better. Tuesdays and Wednesdays aren’t great either, but I can function and get shit done without too much issue … the further away I get from Monday, the better I feel.
Of course, the awfulness is worse when I don’t take my meds, but my meds prevent me from writing prolifically. Although my psychiatrist thinks that’s all in my head. But I am confident, unscientifically, that it isn’t.
Enough of that … A new Predator movie is coming out this Friday. Prey. I may see it.