And nobody's gonna go to school today,
She's going to make them stay at home.
And daddy doesn't understand it,
He always said she was as good as gold.
And he can see no reason
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.

The telex machine is kept so clean
As it types to a waiting world.
And mother feels so shocked,
Father's world is rocked,
And their thoughts turn to
Their own little girl.
Sweet 16 ain't so peachy keen,
No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat.
They can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.

All the playing's stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with her toys a while.
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die.
And then the bullhorn crackles,
And the captain crackles,
With the problems and the how's and why's.
And he can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.

Maybe I was cursed the day I was born because this was the top song on the charts.  For some reason, I don't like Mondays.  At all.  Unless of course it's a public holiday and I don't have to go to work.  That's why my Daddy never gave me a rifle, or any type of gun for that matter.

Today, I went to work ... for the first time in days.  I didn't take my "give me a longer fuse med" for the past two nights to see if I could manage to stay awake throughout the day.  And I have, but I have also been awake for what feels like all night.  First the dog, normally he doesn't wake me up, but last night EVERYTIME he moved I woke up.  Then the helicopter, then the trash man, then, then, then ... 

Now the Gerbil is singing some victory beat ... bum-bum bum bum bum-bum bum bum bu-na na na bum ba something.  All because she is rubbing into the faces of two male co-workers that the Raiders lost ... or so I assume because that's what she always gets off on.  Come to think about it, she's been bumming this beat out for several weeks.

I could use that mood stabilizer at the moment ... but then that would put me to sleep. But in a way I kind of like feeling broody, glaring at everyone who passes by me - only one has dared to wish me a good morning.  What the hell is with that "GOOD morning!"  Why?  What?  No, mornings are not good!  They suck, you have to get out of your warm bed and actually have to go somewhere.

Just give me my damn iPod back and no one gets hurt.

On a plus note I feel kind of pretty today.  Inspite of feeling broody I put on my favorite Bandolini heels, my fav grey slacks, and a new silk blouse from The Limited that is black with my favorite color swirled about.  Nevermind the hair, I'm going for the french, don't care look currently (well for the last few weeks) ... it is suspended at the nape of my neck with a black rubberband.