The (not so) perfect way to start my working week

You know, it’s Monday, as such, I start my working week, like many others.

Just like many others, as soon as I sit on my desk, I just wish it’s already Friday. It is not.

What could worse than a standard blue Monday? this

It’s Sunday night, and have a beer with friends. Cool. We’re hungry and we take a pizza. Still cool. I get home and I go to sleep ASAP, it’s just 11PM. Coolest moment ever.

Nice, ain’t it?

It’s 2 AM, I wake up thirsty as fuck, sweating and heating. Not so cool anymore. I go have a wee, and go back to sleep. Right. I wake up again, it’s 3AM, feels like just 5 minutes has passed, still thirsty, still my bowels are swell as fuck.

This time I try and sleep again, but I can’t.

I decide to go to the loo, let’s try some poo.

Nope. I’ve been sitting in for like a hour, with no results, that fucking pizza killed me, and you know? It’s still, already, fucking Monday early Morning!

What could go worse?

Uh, constipation is here, no shit at all has been deployed. I am still fucking here, can’t sleep, and my alarm is set to be drilling in 2 hours.

End of the story. (Hopingly)