Monday. . . .Again?

(8:58AM)
I've spun out on my morning break not giving myself enough time to come here and toss anything. The morning has been going good for the most part, but that's mostly because the Siamese twin is taking the next few days off, and I'll get back to this when I get more time. The gong just sounded calling the slaves back to work, and I'm gone.

(11:56AM)
They tell me it's getting warmer outside, but being in here I can't tell. The morning has gone by and three hours from now the rest of the day will follow suit, and I ask myself why it is that one wishes so much for the weekend to arrive when the week hasn't even begun, when a person really hasn't gotten over the last weekend. Don't get the wrong impression. I'm not a party animal so I don't have the classic symptoms of Saturday night fever and Monday morning reruns of looking for the Tidy Bowl man. I've had a few episodes of something like that, and I try my best to forget them, and having said all that for pretty much nothing I guess I'll go back to work now. Ciao.