I don’t care who you are. You could be my grimy landlord whose long gray hair gives me nightmares. You could be Ryan Reynolds, whose chiseled washboard abs sneak into my dreams weekly. On Sunday night, we are all equals. When the sun sets, and we climb into bed, we are all terrified. Scared. Because tomorrow is Monday. And nothing good ever happens on a Monday. That’s why no one has ever written a song about it. Except The Bangles, who are wishing it was Sunday.
If you’re like me, the Sunday Scaries don’t usually subside until about Wednesday. In order to calm myself down, I listen to good music. Duh.
Below are my picks of the week to help you get through your depressing life. Sorry, that’s the Monday in me talking. I can’t help it.
I’ll end with some positive news: The Notorious B.I.G. is coming back to life and going on tour and it’s going to be really weird and really awesome.