I try so very very hard to keep a positive outlook when you come creeping around the corner after the bliss of Sunday evening has passed.
I do. I do try consciously to be optimistic.
I face you head on and say:
You can't bring me down.
I am capable of conquering you!
But sometimes, not every week, but occasionally, after a day of bureaucratic French studies at University, and 9-12 year old children who don't listen to you in the pool, and a psych exam you wish would just go ahead and be over already, I can only lie my head down on my pillow and give a sigh of relief thinking:
At least I don't have to do this again for 7 days.