mondover

I have created a new word.
Mondover.
Since Monday mornings are absolutely terrible, I think a mondover is the perfect word for the excessive tiredness, even if the weekend was uneventful (as many of mine are.)

I think the creation of words is pretty fascinating. Who gets to invent words? Who gets to declare that cuss words are what they are? Why is our world so categorized and labeled?

What if I want "shade" to connote something else? I'm not trying to just piss in the wind here, I just don't understand some things. I think I'm having one of those epiphanies that I have 2-3 times a year where I don't want to be labeled by anything. Maybe it's my Literary Criticism class--we're pretty heavy into philosophy these days, so maybe I'm a meandering ponderer of things that seem to exist.

So... how about that mondover, eh?