Denial Sunday

Hey. You. Cube Dweller.

I hate to bring it to your attention, but it's that time...that time when the dread sets in. It's looming. It's a dark Cumulonimbus cloud cruising in fast from the west to fuck up your happy weekend bliss. It's Sunday.

Some friends and I have decided that since there is no cure for The Day Before Monday, we'll resort to trickery to get by. We call it Denial Sunday. This usually involves alcohol, of course, and delusional stories about who we are and what we're doing. (The stories are usually the same -- we're disgustingly wealthy, we don't work, we'll be seeking the best fine art we can find on our trip to the Republic of Turkey tomorrow, etc.) Try it sometime. It beats reality.

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