dear Journal,

Mondays are such worthless days, and I've been wasting my Monday with plan hatching, tedious think tanking that includes myself and the cats. We are unsuccessful in making this Monday worth something because we believe, philosophically, that the abject quality of a Monday is not given, but inherent.

We feel much better about living in our heads now, which is nothing short of a speed boost for our anxiety.

The cats, they weave such a magical spell of illusion--that I could be one of them and sleep and not worry in between waking. On Mondays they dance and delight in making me forget that I am supposed to be doing people things--running around, creating, knocking down, twittering--I wonder if they love us because we are missing some parts.

well, anyway, sing before breakfast, cry before night. I wont be crying tonight.

Erin