"Uh oh. Sounds like somebody's got a case of the Mondays."
I do, actually, but not in a sense where I'm bitching and complaining about early morning school/work.
I hate Mondays because I don't do anything.
I woke up at around 1 p.m. today, just because I could.
I sit around the house and maybe clean up a little.
Everyone's in school, so I can't do anything.
My birthday's on a Monday this year (exactly 3 weeks).
Will I have fun?
At least it stopped raining...