Oh Monday...

You dirty sneaky little tramp. You promise the fresh start to a new week. A week that begs for productivity and contentment. I lay my head down Sunday night, looking forward to the routine of another week and the promise of a few nights of rest and relaxation. The sweet ideals that you whisper into my ear lull me into a slumber as I lay unaware of your plot. Moments after it becomes your day you unleash the chaos and the stupidity. You are barely born and the insanity begins.

Why, Monday? Why must you treat me so?

I don't think we can continue to be friends.