A few years ago I did a controlled experiment upon myself.
I tested how much better I felt on a Monday morning at work after I had gotten sh*t f@ced on a Saturday night.
It turned out (in a controlled experiment with a sample size of 1) that I felt remarkably worse on a Monday after I had been sh*t f@ced on a Saturday night.
Incidentally I also felt worse on the Tuesday and Wednesday because of my age and it took me until about Thursday to feel better.
I wrote about it in my diary and understood that the price for getting sh*t f@ced on a Saturday night is feeling shit on a Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday.
I am absolutely entitled within the law and within the confines of our society to get sh*t f@ced on a Saturday night.
That is a risk that I take on board for the potential downside of a hellish first half of the next week.
I think that applies to many more people than me and I think that if you hate Monday mornings, correction of that probably starts with your behaviour on a Saturday night.
Blog Post Number - 2902
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