Date Written: September 4, 2017
Monday is dreary and I am weary. The skies are grey and its a long time since May. Work is mundane, it is slowly driving me insane. Eight hours of dull and my intray is full. I need a holiday in the sun or a big gun. That boss man needs shooting, or at best a good booting. All in my head, it is easy said. Cornbeef for my snap on a brown bap. I wish I had time to daydream, but what I want to do is scream. Tuesday little better than today, one day nearer Friday anyway.