The open letter. You’ve seen ’em before, I’m sure. If not, they can look something like this: Dear Monday, I must admit I’m never happy to see you. I dread you in the morning, and on the drive to work, and from what I see on my Facebook feed, no one else likes you, either. […]
I appreciate that you want to spend time with me.
But the party you have happening in my head has been going on way too long, you really need to give it a rest before i have you evicted.
Please don’t tell me that “Oh but you won’t feel me, because of you’re bad back”, or any other excuse that you think might fly, because it won’t..
I need you gone, so i can get on with my day, i have enough crap going on in my life without adding you to the list.