Portland, Oregon.
Some weeks, Mondays are the worst. Other weeks, Mondays are the best. As I sit here in the school’s unbearably tiny library on one of the school’s excruciatingly slow laptops, messing around and forgetting any thoughts of work, I come to realize that Mondays are simply bittersweet to me. It’s 10:19am and so far, only one small health assignment has been added to my week’s workload. More is to come, most definitely, but come 3o’clock when it’s time to head home and get a good look at my assignments, I won’t have a thing to worry about. I’ll be doing nothing tonight. Just like any other Monday.
