This is the kind of Sh*^ That Goes on In My Brain

I am tightening my belt and shoe laces. It is a Monday and I know the day is going to suck. A whole herd of figurative black cats are crossing and recrossing and even stopping to piss all over my path. Mirrors are shattering at my feet as I walk under ladders.

There is no use crying about it, I bow my head and move forward.

I hear Errol Flynn shouting in my ear, "Are you with me men?" I growl as I hurl forth to battle life in its full fury.

I hope your Monday goes well too.