...I don't like Mondays

I used to not like Mondays because it meant the beginning of the work week. But I'm self employed. So Monday means whatever the hell I want it to. Problem is, I still don't like 'em. Worse than Monday is Sunday night. Never have liked 'em. I have gotten "the Sundays" for as long as I can remember. Every Sunday night of my life I have felt an overwhelming sense of dread, or at least hopelessness. There's not really a good reason for this, being that nothing bad has ever really happened on any Monday that I can remember for the last 36 years. So, what is it? I don't know. I'd certainly change it if I could, but I have absolutely no control over it. It just sneaks up and whacks me week after week.

Well, at least I have my first rehearsal with the incubator team at Dirty South Improv to look forward to tonight. I've missed 2 rehearsals already, so I'm a little nervous, but I like the other people who have been cast so it should be fun.