I’m beginning to think my aversion to Monday is affecting me physically, because this morning, I woke up feeling like crap for no reason whatsoever. And that leads me to the psychological aspect of it. Mind/body are connected. You can’t, or shouldn’t, treat one without examining the other. Eastern medicine has long ackinowledged this. Western medicine is only beginning to.
I hate Mondays, therefore if I wake up on that day with an aching head and a stomach ache, chances are excellent my mind is influencing my body because clearly, the body wants to stay home and play or write or what the hell ever.
I texted JJ: I don’t feel good.
You mean, you don’t feel well.
I don’t need the teacher right now, I need my caring lover who will sympathize and pet me and make me feel better.
*pets you long distance* Poor baby.
That’s more like it. Ya know, I think I just don’t want to work anymore.
That’s a bad thing to think when you just turned 30.
Hence my desire to win the lottery.
It’s a sad state of affairs when the only way people can think to better themselves is by winning a completely random game of chance.
I stared at my phone. Damn, baby, that was a beautiful sentence. I think you just made me hard.
I thought you didn’t feel well? How can you get aroused if you’re sick?
What does one thing have to do with another? *snicker*
I have to work now.
I’d like to come now, but I have to work, too.
I felt much better after that exchange.