It's Saturday, a week has passed and there are 9 to go
(of work that is). Today I dozed all morning, dreaming so
I didn't have to face the weekend straight away.
Saturday is washing day and ironing... supermarket day.
Saturday means kitchen cleanup, rubbish bags to sort,
tomorrow looms when I can dump the rubbish where I ought.
A thrilling life of humdrum chores. The rain makes weeds grow too.
When Monday comes around I'll go to work, forgetting for a few
concentrated hours. What's the point?
Perhaps I'll make a pessimistic website to annoint
my feelings of depression. Or maybe chocolate bars
and scifi books will numb me to the way lacklustre marrs.

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