Tell Me Why... I Don't Like Mondays
So I arrive at work early this morning. Have some mild obligatory 'good morning, how was your weekend' stuff with a cow orker. I mention, "Man, I'm tired this morning."
To which I hear:
"Not me! I'm ready to go, ready to work EVERY morning!!"
Well, hoo-f*cking-ray for you. Which also made me ponder, 'I wonder how much my laptop weighs? It's pretty hefty. I'd probably only have to whack him over the head with it eleven or twelve times to render him totally unconscious.'
Luckily, I'm not a truly violent person. Plus, I hadn't had my coffee yet, so my heart wasn't racing fast enough.
Must keep thinking... only eight more weeks until "24" (actually seven weeks, six days... since it premieres on a Sunday... even better!).