Mondays are great. If you are lying in bed until at least noon. In any other circumstance, I find them abhorrent.
My neighbor across the hall at work, Ian, is becoming an irritation. I, as we know, am a fairly caustic person. Well, he has taken this as a friendly gesture of sarcasm. In most cases, true. But of late he has been a little abusive about it, in my opinion. He's an educated, cultured man, but obviously he has no idea that I would rather not have any extended converse with people at 10 am on a Monday.
Arg. Oog. Bleorg. This is Monday, expressed in unintelligible grunting.
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