Monday, March 14, 2005
These are the Mondays of our Lives...
Right back into the grind we go, hearts afflutter and minds veiled in thickly hung draperies. Wake up, take a shower, eat some breakfast, get in the car and drive, drive, drive just to sit, sit, sit; staring at tail lights in the cool morning air with the promise of yet another standard week in a standard month in a standard year of mounting disappointments. Then it's back into the flow on the way home, with more tail lights now, thicker, denser traffic as everyone makes their way back from whence they came so they can get loaded, pass out, wake up, take a shower, eat some breakfast, get in the car and drive, drive, drive. Yes, these are the Mondays of our lives and each one passes much like any other. Wake up and smell the oil burning, mister. You're but a tiny, tiny cog in a magnificent gigantic machine.