Monday mornings are mundane.

Hoisting myself up from the bed itself is a big deal. My office starts at the most unholy time possible - 7.15 a.m.

I am just not this morning person. I can stay all night long doing all the crap things in the world, but mornings, I have to be in bed. Its just so wonderful and heavenly to stay curled up in bed, while its just slightly cold, and misty all over...

On Saturday night (or rather Sunday morning) I stayed upto 3.00 a.m. watching some crap movies on TV. It was such an exhilarating feeling! Liberation...:D

At my home, I have to worry about my mom frowning, and getting irritated at my lack of discipline. Usually when I go home for a holiday, I end up watching TV till 12, and then I noiselessly creep my way upto my bedroom; Exactly at that moment, my mom wakes up to go to the loo, and she gives me this sleepy irritated look, and asks me : "why can't you go to bed earlier?"... Of course, my going to bed late means getting up later, and then she proceeds to switch on the long played tape, about how people should go to bed early and get up early; And about how indisciplined I am etc. etc. etc.

Ah... the merits of living alone *dreamy look on my face*

Right now though, there is no merit at all, sitting in office at 8.00 in the morning. Generally I am a very optimistic person, but Mondays, I have the most foul mood in the world. Well, once I get over my sleep, and shake myself out of the weekend mood, maybe I can get going on some work.