Monday, or something.
There's a semi-infamous scene from Office Space where the waiter, at the mock TGI Fridays, says " Sounds like a case of the Mondays ?" He makes a dorky frown face, talks in a deranged voice, and provides a moment of asshat humor. All in all, the guy is just a little too happy for a chain restaurant waiter . . . or any waiter for that matter. Well, I can't say that I have a case of the Mondays, but it has been a Monday . I woke up this morning to the roommate's dog throwing up in front of the bathroom door. Apparently, she ate a toy--the arms and legs specifically--and then decided to greet us with it this am. Lovely. On the way in I spilled seltzer water, maybe it was coffee once I got to the office. Luckily I had on a girly, semi-frilly, and gauzy blouse in deep purple. So instead of a large gonorrhea looking lactated stain on my right boob, I had a dark circle on the right breast. Either way, I sported the lactating look all day. I ...