It's been one of THOSE Mondays; I'm not my biggest fan right now. I'm just taking the attitude the rest of the free world has adopted -- apparently, I got "666" tattooed on my forehead last night or something...so, come on! The game is called Pile on Sonny!
I shall now go and seek therapy through caffeine. Of course, my bloody espresso machine WOULD choose this weekend to completely, utterly, and unfixably break (as in, knobs -- PLURAL!! -- fall off at random). Now I must buy another before I am comforted. I'm tellin' ya -- it never rains. It pours.
This. World. Blows.
When's the train for the next one?