Pardon the language, but Mondays are truly a bitch. A bitch to live in, and a bitch to have to go through every week. It’s no wonder that Garfield hated them. It doesn’t really help that I always end up not being able to sleep easily on Sunday nights. Shrug.
Today was relatively simple. Kids weren’t too out of control. We dissected the lyrics of Lorde’s “Royals” today in after-school tutoring.
37 more days, but who’s counting. Technically 28 if I use the rest of my sick days ;).
It’s the bitch of living (bitch, just the bitch)
Nothing but your hand (just the bitch, yeah)
Just the bitch of living
As someone you can’t stand
