On Sunday evenings, I tend to dread the thought of work in the morning. Right now I'm coming up with creative ways to get out of work:
1. I'm sick, "hack hack," i.e. The Classic
Okay, that's about all I have. Really, does one need more than that? I think not.
That said, I know I'll be rolling into the workplace. I need the money.
Although, frankly, I knew girls in college who used Craigslist to hook themselves out. Now if only if women would pay out like the menfolk...
Ehhh... maybe not.