It’s not that I don’t like Monday’s I just don’t love them.

Monday was tough this week and I couldn’t work out it if was the shitty weather, the result of 4 days in a row of drinking or world war three erupting over the weekend. I called the old man last night who was back in hospital which was a delightful little garnish on my Sunday Scary’s. He is out of surgery today and doing better.

I’m never more delusional than I am on a Monday. The morning starts off with a big pat on the back that I’ve made it out of bed followed by a gigantic list in my head of all the thing I’m going to accomplish. Its Monday, let’s start the week off right, I tell myself. I always find time for a Monday afternoon nap which then leads to a sharp downturn in motivation and in tow; the opposite kind of delusion, the one where I start to justify a few more house on the couch and how I’ve ‘earnt’ a lazy night and some takeaway food. Listen to your body, I whisper to myself. Rest.

It’s almost impressive.


I found some internal solace through the doom-scrolling in knowing that, if the sirens start blaring to take cover from a nuclear holocaust, at least I’m not still clearing tables and explaining to people how to eat tacos and cups of corn in a Mexican restaurant anymore.

First published on Substack – https://tommydalts.substack.com/p/its-not-that-i-dont-like-mondays