The Urban Elf

What to say, what to say… Ah, it’s no use. It’s Monday, how inspiring is that? Really, I mean, it is not as if one wakes up on a Monday morning feeling free and alive ready to attack the day with the vigor of a Viagra sponsored rugby team and the optimistic attitude of a dog on his first day guarding the Frisbee factory. (If you do you are highly suspect and do not have sufficient security clearance to continue reading this missive.) This being said, the “Oh, how I hate Mondays, let me count the ways” rant is just soooooo tired and I shall endeavor to avoid that treacherous trap. As I said I am not depressed or angsty, just… uninspired and slightly out of focus… or is that my environment? Well, none the less, seizing my coffee and turning my face to the wind I shall forge ahead. Perhaps I will stumble into a wellspring of intellectual scintillation and, failing to drown, return to you with a philosophical political aesthetic pearl worthy of the rajas of old… not that I’d know anything about the rajas… nothing admissible in court anyway.