After a weekend spent in the blustery sunshine of Howth with m'lady, guzzling booze and meeting up with people in a concentrated blitz of 'doing stuff' at the weekend, one has then to deal with fucking Monday. As it's deadline day at work, tis easily the worst day of 'em all. What you need to do on days like this is have stuff arrive to you in the post (The Art Book, Sex Drugs and Cocoa Puffs - the first recommended by the red scrapbook blog, the second by Sinead Gleeson), listen to decent music (The Dodos, Atlas Sound, Bon Iver), drink alot of coffee, read the bits of the paper from yesterday, send messages to people on myspace et al, and think about the gigs on this week (milosh,holy fuck,this will destroy you,maps).Also, you should have done something memorable on Sunday, that you can spend the day mulling over i.e. watched There Will Be Blood and The Assassination of Jesse James again..
Shallow as it may seem, these things do the job. Probably not every week, but some...
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