Rainy days and Mondays

I had great plans for today.
Big plans.
I saw myself springing out of bed and squeezing every last drip out of my Monday.

As it stands i feel as heavy as cement and I have now moulded a good spot in my bed that has me at the correct height for computering and snoozing.

I am sick.
I hope, wish and prey that it's passing. It's not a natural state for me.
I'm not a good patient.
The melancholy hits in and nothing seems possible, nothing apart from the possibility of me spending the rest of my life in this state.

woe is me
xx