I hate trying to come up with journal entries for weekdays. Especially Mondays. Like really, I didn’t do anything of substance. I went to work and came home tired. Just like every day. Today was really warm so I went swimming for 15 whole minutes when I got home, but that’s it. No real excitement. Nothing cool. Just trapped in the box of mediocrity.
I need a more exciting life. I should put together a crew to steal the Mona Lisa or something.
I wonder if you’ve gotten to here and still not figured out what the deal is with this picture.