“I have no pressure to speak of, and even still I cannot sleep on Sunday nights.” “Perhaps it is something universal about Mondays, because the same thing is true for me too. I have nothing to make me nervous about the week. I love my job, and furthermore, I have Mondays off.” “Maybe it is just ingrained in us when we’re kids,” I say. “Or maybe there are tiny tears in the fabric of the universe that rupture on Sunday evenings and the weight of time and existence presses down on the head of every sleeping boy and girl. And then these benevolent creatures, which resemble tiny kangaroos, like the ones from that island off the coast of Australia, work diligently overnight to repair the ruptures, and in the morning, everything is okay.” “You mean like wallabies?” “Like wallabies, only smaller and a million times better.”Overly quirky dialogue. Stay tuned.
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