Rough Monday: the one day I decided to wear pants and no one else did

There is just something absolutely awful about Mondays.
Like I get up at pretty much the same time every day.
Except for weekends.

There's something sinister about Mondays.
I think its the whole waking up at an earlier time for the first time in the last few days.
And you have 5 days ahead of you

And somehow on this Monday I didn't get the memo it was going to be 70+ degrees.
And I wore pants and a cardigan.
And I was way to hot.

And everyone else was cute.
And it was not fair.
I felt like I looked like a hot uninformed whale hanging out with a bunch of hot summery babes.
So that happened.

And I was not pleased.

Another reason I despise 8 am classes.
You are up at the crack of dawn and its too cold.
So you bundle up for the day, and then by 10 you are too hot.
And the rest of the day you look like a hot whale mess.
All because of 8 am classes.

But that Monday was awful but it wasn't the worst.

At the end of the day on Mondays as i'm driving home, there's a feeling of satisfaction.
I made it through today, so the rest of the week should be OK.
Because i made it through the hardest day of the week.