If Friday is my favorite day of the week, then Monday would be my least. Waking up groggy and disoriented—tired no matter how many hours of sleep you received the night before—is never a good start to the week. And yet, that is the vicious cycle of "Monday." Unlike Friday, there are no moments of promised relaxation and quiet to look forward to; no time to sit down and gather your thoughts between one day and the next. There are only yawns and droopy eyelids, long work days and early mornings. Even before I manage to pull myself out of bed, I am longing for the comfort of warm pajamas and a soft blanket once again. Mondays make the week seem endless, the situations more stressful and the headaches more pronounced.
I yearn for Friday.
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