Monday, Again

Why is it that Mondays keep happening? It's definitely the worst day of the week and it needs to be shot or otherwise put out of its misery.

Today, at 8am I got to get on a bus and drive to the South Platte River* in Commerce City**. This was particularly pleasant as apparently last week at some place upstream there was a raw-sewage leak. There was a warning put out for people to stay away from the river, but silly things like raw sewage warnings don't deter my crazy Kiwi professor.

People were offering bribes to get other students to go swimming. I was offered a $5000-credit-limit Visa card. But knowing who it belonged to, I figured it was probably maxed out so I declined. I would have pushed someone in for free though. Sadly, I never got the chance.

I also got to hold a small container of water that also contained a leech***. Leeches are a grand reason why I do not believe in Intelligent Design. I could never beleive in, much less worship, a deity who, with forethought and purpose, created the leech. There is something fundamentally wrong with the whole notion.

As the day progresses, I have the sinking feeling that it will all go downhill. And, as leeches have already been involved, that is saying something. I have Career Management in an hour or so, and it will be torturous.

Then I have to go to the gym. It's a Tim day. I have the idea that while it will be more pleasant than leeches, it will not be nearly as nice as an ice cream sandwich or a naked Russian cowboy****.

Then, just to make sure the day is perfect, I have 2 group projects due tomorrow and we haven't really done any work on them. So the groups shall be projecting all night.

Anyway, that's all I've got for the moment. Have a wonderful day. I hope you do not find any leeches attached to any of your body parts.

*A very nastily polluted (even without the sewage) trickle of water that runs through Denver

**The nastiest industrial part of Denver

***As an aside, I once heard of a guy who went swimming and got a leech in his urethra, as it fed, you can imagine what happened...

****Hmmmm, naked Russian cowboy AND icecream sandwich? Methink I know what I'll be doing next summer