Or, why I am lying on the couch, refusing to move.
I always thought that Mondays got a bad rap. Why should Mondays be despised and Fridays venerated?
(The answer, of course, is "the weekend", but the point is that Mondays usually aren't bad for me.)
"Usually" being the operative word.
Today, I drove over half an hour through thick fog to get to the school where I volunteer. As soon as I parked, I came to a terrible realization:
The lunch I had carefully packed the night before was still in the refrigerator at home
Suffice to say I was less than overjoyed. In fact, I was a little discouraged. The morning went on, and I discovered that the bathroom lights are motion sensors. That time out after about 20 seconds. Yeah.
The kids were fantastic, as always, and lightened my mood considerably with their cheerful chatter and shy smiles. Then, at lunch time (Which is really early for teachers, depending on the age group they work with), I scrounged up a dollar in change to get something from the vending machine. My supervisor gave me two extra dollars, in case that wasn't enough to get what I wanted.
The vending machine promptly ate two of my dimes.
Despite this, I managed to get a package of cheese crackers and a small bag of Fritos. I noticed that the Fritos were oddly stale for having been sealed, and that there seemed to be little black things stuck to the side of the bag. I ignored them, being too hungry to care.
I got to the bottom of the bag, and I found out what the black specks were.
The segmented pieces of about fifty dead ants.
Not even joking, the bag was filled with dead ants, and it's more than just probable that I ingested some.
So now I'm home, chilling on the couch. Monday is officially over as of right now.
