the funny thing about ridiculous mondays is that i can't stop the frenetic pace once i'm on a roll. getting stuck in rush hour traffic makes me feel really grown up. and turning onto my street behind the * * i dated for almost a year, his "ex-girlfriend" in the backseat, makes my adrenaline level and heart rate soar. did he not notice my light flashing greeting, or did he pretend not to notice? what a fucking waste of time. the instant asparagas cream soup i bought for ridiculous mondays is soothing.