I’m a whiner.

I whine about Mondays just because.

The solution is: buy another car, sleep early on Sundays, and stash everything (camera, lunch, tripod, whatever) in the car and bring it all to work. But, how the fuck can I afford a new car? Of course, I already know the answer to that question, and I’m trying my best to do it, but it’s going to take a long while. In the meantime, I’ll have to shut it and endure these stupid Mondays.

I thought exploring car catalogs would bust stress. I thought wrong. It’s depressing. The cars I want are over a million bucks’ worth of metal and leather and electronic shit.

Mondays suck.