Here’s something a bit weird for this tragic part of the week when Monday is at the door, ready to come in but you are unwilling to acknowledge this fact and you try to magically influence reality yet the only effect you do achive is a little disfigurement of the space around you. So now you sit in this odd place, not quite the same as it was an hour befeore, sore and hopeless about having no influence on the calendar at the same time uneasy about your ability to still make things worse.
It seems like a promising beginning of a story so I’ll let it be. In fact it sounds accurate enoguh for me. Xiu Xiu was a good inspiration.