Survived a week only to be greeted by my alarm on a Monday morning. Whoever had the idea to make a week consist of seven days never could have seen this coming. If it were eight days we could have a third day as part of our vacation, which I now dub Saunday. One more day to rest our eyes and weary souls, but nope, some jackass thought five days of work and two days’ rest is all the body needs. I will create a time machine. Go back to the day the guy realized that there were seven days that consist of 24 hours and knock him out. Then act as if I was him, change the rules and add that we always have to receive a third day as part of our weekends. When they ask where I have my wisdom from, I shall present myself as their savior! They may believe that I have a god complex, but they are wrong. I AM GOD!
Note to self, never start writing when I haven’t had my first coffee yet. Seems my attitude turns from “Ah, I’ll make it somehow” to a more “Kneel before me!” attitude. Probably did not help that I spend my weekend watching the old Superman movies and felt that Zod was trying a bit too hard. I mean, we get that you want people to kneel before you, but constantly shouting it while pointing to the ground won’t in fact make people kneel. Those red laser eyes you guys have when you are on earth long enough would do the trick. Laster some guys legs a bit and, boom, person is kneeling before you faster than you can say your own name. Man, Kryptonian names are so weird. If that guy showed up in front of me, said that I shall kneel before Zod, I’d probably have to resist giggling like a little schoolgirl. “He said Zod! More like Snot!” I am not an intelligent lifeform on this planet.