Half-sleeve - My Monday Evenings

We've all been there, and maybe you still are. Sooner or later, that period of life arrives where the priority is carefree togetherness. And so it happens, even if we try not to let it happen too often, that a quiet Monday evening aperitif ends late at night with the last cigarette smoked watching the sun peek out. You might come home with a few missing items, a lighter bank account, and a headache for company when you open your eyes again. You brush your teeth, miserably looking in the mirror, and promising never to fall into that trap again. You behave for a couple of weeks and then, blaming bad company, you find yourself back to square one. We're not telling you to destroy your liver, nor are we inviting you to do so. However, Tabishi believes that even Mondays that feel like Saturday nights help create memories, to broaden a life that, on weekdays, is too tied to duty and not enough to pleasure. The little penguin is strongly convinced that you can't live for the weekend, thus feeding the cycle of unhappiness. So, welcome the sporadic impulses, hoping that late-night chats that send us to bed happy but with the alarm clock ringing in a couple of hours are embraced with the right spirit.