Mondays are a bitch. Especially mondays that follow fairly satisfying vacations where you visit your girlfriend’s sister, and find out how much cheaper housing is in the middle of nowhere, and finish your book, and start another really excelent book by Greg Bear, and watch that new cohen brothers movie, and go see a nice museum, and dance on the heads of needles wearing winged sandals and halos and togas all the while singing about lolipops and choochoo trains…
Yeah, so I guess that last didn’t happen. But mondays are still a bitch.