DC Playwrights

squirrel says he has the sunday blues.

“what’s that?” i ask.
he explains he gets depressed on sunday
when realizes that he has to go back to work on monday.

on monday he feels resentment
and refuses to work all day.

tuesday is pretty much the same
although the loathing starts to wane.

when wednesday rolls around,
he perks up a bit,
only because the week is half over.

on thursday he feels like he’s ready to start working;
however, he knows whatever he starts
he won’t be able to finish it in two days.

friday is a total wash
because most people take fridays off.

“you can’t schedule a meeting to get decisions made,”
squirrel tells me.
“so you push everything back till the next week –
and the cycle starts all over again.”