The best we can hope for on a Monday is zombie-like efficiency. This means that although the job will get done efficiently, there will be sacrifices. We normally have to contend with an absence of happiness and severe poetry deprivation.
Why would I ever want to contemplate my navel again when I can experience nausea by gazing down the abyss of my own spinal column?
I am extremely allergic to cats. I do not need any advice as to how to deal with this fact. It is quite simple: cats must stay away from me. That way, the cats will be happier, and I will be alive.
They have been validated by the sophistry that everything is defined by how the egocentric individual feels about it.
Always wondered how many ways you had to try before it worked. I never tried to leave my lover, although I did fancy hopping on a bus occasionally.
Clearly, the rational human being has no say in this decision; the ego merely forces her to submit a proposal with haste.
Instant gratification won over perfection, for the oranges were freshly picked from our tree and very sweet.