It feels like Monday morning

That is wrong; I feel like it is Monday morning. It feels to me as if I have a week’s worth of mind-numbing, backbreaking, dirty work ahead of me. My eyelids are heavy and the refrigerator is at a lull in making ice. That last sentence doesn’t reflect an organized mind, so it is an informative one. You don’t have to read between the lines – reading between the letters will do.

I want a magic wand. Oh, I mean: I want a Magic Wand . . .  A MAGIC WAND. One with power.

Well, wait a minute here; I think I just stumbled on a psychological trick . . . the thing about power. Yes. I could become the Magic Wand of Dictatorial Power. Okay, so I slipped an extra word in there.

I must plot plan.