Just another day.

Monday sucks. It's fact of life. There is no logical explanation for this unnatural phenomenon, and questioning this weekly epoch is futile. Sometimes it's best to blindly follow the church of Garfield.

Although today was certainly no reason to jump off of a bridge, it was enough for me to spend my whole day cooped up in my room watching endless episodes of Weeds, smoking endless packs of cigarettes, and putting copious amounts of ice on my slightly bruised head. bruised?

Today, for whatever reason, I fainted. I was alone, in my room.

You know that feeling you get when you stand up too quickly? It's a strange sensation; like someone hit the dimmer switch on my brain. I stood up from my couch (to go to class) and suddenly felt the repercussions of my seemingly impeccant actions. My knees gave out and I instinctively reached for the nearest station of stability. Unfortunately, my loose bed sheets weren't enough of a stronghold to support my balance. Needless to say, I came to, on the floor, with a pile of pillows and blankets on top of my languished body.

Perhaps I am overreacting, but the lump on my head says otherwise. Yet, I can't help but think of a quote by Shane Botwin (A character from Weeds).

"Something happens today, something else will happen tomorrow"

Shit happens. Everyday. A silly fall is nothing to get worked up over. Not getting cast in a show is nothing to cry about. Yet, we do. And it's okay that we do, but we mustn't dwell. It's unhealthy.

We just need to pick ourselves up and understand Mondays don't last forever. It's just another day. There is always tomorrow.