Body Warmer - My Monday Evenings

We've all been there, and maybe you still are. Sooner or later, there comes a time in life when the priority is to be together, carefree. And then it happens, even if you try not to let it happen too often, that a quiet Monday evening aperitivo ends late at night with the last cigarette smoked while watching the sun peek out. It happens that you come home missing a few items, with a thinner bank account, and a headache for company when you open your eyes again. You brush your teeth, looking miserably in the mirror, promising not to fall for it again. You behave for a couple of weeks, and then, blaming bad company, you find yourself back at 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 firmly convinced that you can't live for the weekend, thus fueling the cycle of unhappiness. So, welcome those sporadic impulsive decisions, hoping that the late-night chats that send us to bed happy but with the alarm ringing in a couple of hours are embraced with the right spirit.