Peter Gibbons: Let me ask you something. When you come in on Monday and you’re not feeling real well, does anyone ever say to you, “Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays?”
Lawrence: No. No, man. Shit, no, man. I believe you’d get your ass kicked sayin’ something like that, man.
Office Space (1999)
What a rough two Mondays I’ve had. Breaking Bad ended, the Patriots played late and lost a game and I ate nachos with a mixture of two different salsas after eating an entire serving of four-star Pad Thai noodles with fried tofu. Cross-continental ethnic cuisine seems like a great idea, but in this case, things did not settle well and my morning kicked off with some serious gastrointestinal issues. Although I was happy I hadn’t washed it down with a gallon of beer as I would have in my younger and irresponsible years, it still was a sour way to begin my work week.
After the first weekend in about two months that my band didn’t play a show, I had a relaxing weekend filled with monotonous lawn care that served like a Zen mental retreat following so many busy Friday nights and Saturdays. My harmony was in serious jeopardy of being destroyed.