I've got the Mondays. I'm doing everything in my power to lighten up, distract myself, but I can't get away from a particular uuuuggggggghhhhhhhh feeling. So I turn to KATANIKOTAEL.
Katanikotael (Let's shorten that to Kat, hmm?) is a spiteful bitch. He gets you in your home- strife, unrest, flaring tempers, and unease. He's a zodiac demon, lounging somewhere in the declans of the zodiac. While most zodiac demons have a specific angel assigned to them to drive them away (My head flashes to Ron Artest guarding Paul Pierce. Bad analogy for 32 reasons.), this doesn't apply to Kat. Instead, to drive Kat from your home you need a cure of laurel leaves, holy water, and meticulousness. I interpret this as the difference between having a reinforced termite-proof house foundation and having to call an exterminator to tent your termite-weakened home as it falls down around your head. Both ways deal with your pests, just one results in far less cost and destruction.
Of course I recognize as I keep trying to pre-empt my own personal uneasiness with diverting blog posts and plans to redo my bathroom, I am trying to cohabitate with my case of the Mondays instead of starting to holy some water for a damn cure. Oh, you effing Mondays...
The Mondays are the silliest and stupidest of the modern demons. They are a glorified hangover. They are only effective on Monday, unless Monday was a holiday. In that case, Mondays double their strength and descend on Tuesday. They make you eat lousy food to fill the yearning-shaped hole in your soul. The antidote to the Mondays is a good night's sleep. They are innocuous and nothing worse than kinda bratty. The only actual danger of the Mondays is their ability to mask a real problem.
I had an office job once, and the Mondays sucked the life from me so much I could barely keep upright at my desk. It's just Monday, I would reason. Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow wasn't better. My Mondays grew to stretch from Sunday night to Friday at about 3pm. I realized the week-long Mondays were hiding a very real depression. I never had an office job again.
My challenge today is to determine: Do I really have a case of the Mondays or am I dealing with a Kat-sized demon? I guess I'll know for sure tomorrow morning. Meanwhile, where do you get laurel leaves?
*Thanks to "Dictionary of Demons: Names of the Damned" by Michelle Belanger. Llewellyn Publications, 2010
Katanikotael (Let's shorten that to Kat, hmm?) is a spiteful bitch. He gets you in your home- strife, unrest, flaring tempers, and unease. He's a zodiac demon, lounging somewhere in the declans of the zodiac. While most zodiac demons have a specific angel assigned to them to drive them away (My head flashes to Ron Artest guarding Paul Pierce. Bad analogy for 32 reasons.), this doesn't apply to Kat. Instead, to drive Kat from your home you need a cure of laurel leaves, holy water, and meticulousness. I interpret this as the difference between having a reinforced termite-proof house foundation and having to call an exterminator to tent your termite-weakened home as it falls down around your head. Both ways deal with your pests, just one results in far less cost and destruction.
Of course I recognize as I keep trying to pre-empt my own personal uneasiness with diverting blog posts and plans to redo my bathroom, I am trying to cohabitate with my case of the Mondays instead of starting to holy some water for a damn cure. Oh, you effing Mondays...
The Mondays are the silliest and stupidest of the modern demons. They are a glorified hangover. They are only effective on Monday, unless Monday was a holiday. In that case, Mondays double their strength and descend on Tuesday. They make you eat lousy food to fill the yearning-shaped hole in your soul. The antidote to the Mondays is a good night's sleep. They are innocuous and nothing worse than kinda bratty. The only actual danger of the Mondays is their ability to mask a real problem.
I had an office job once, and the Mondays sucked the life from me so much I could barely keep upright at my desk. It's just Monday, I would reason. Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow wasn't better. My Mondays grew to stretch from Sunday night to Friday at about 3pm. I realized the week-long Mondays were hiding a very real depression. I never had an office job again.
My challenge today is to determine: Do I really have a case of the Mondays or am I dealing with a Kat-sized demon? I guess I'll know for sure tomorrow morning. Meanwhile, where do you get laurel leaves?
*Thanks to "Dictionary of Demons: Names of the Damned" by Michelle Belanger. Llewellyn Publications, 2010
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