If Monday were a person, I'd put him in the hospital.

I started off Monday on the right foot. I woke up at 4:30AM and was at work less than an hour later. I have THAT much to get done this week.

I was working along quite productively, until I realized that I forgot my breakfast AND coffee. And let me tell you, nothing says "it's going to be a good day" like being forced to choose between extreme hunger or economical rape by Starbucks.

But then I heard "Eye of the Tiger" on the radio and was instantly fired up. I started feeling all "Rocky" and pumped up and completely ready to take on anything. Only I didn't have anyone to beat, so I settled for kicking the tire on my car. A close second.

Which made me feel slightly better, until I noticed that now I have a scuff mark on my new gray boots. And when I realized that my work printer is just now printing out documents that I sent it on Friday, well.....

I have realized that Monday morning is not really my friend, more like a bitch neighbor who brings me home baked cookies but then turns around and shoots my cat with a beebee gun.

(Actually, I'm the bitch neighbor who shoots cats. What? I'm from the country, it's what we do. Plus, it's totally justifiable because I can promise you that the first instinct to cross your mind when you see a creepy black cat stare at you through your french doors at 5 in the morning is to DESTROY AT ALL COSTS.)

The point is, my Monday morning hasn't been all that great, but I think the important thing to remember here is that the worst for this week is already over. Right?

Right???