When you irritate your neighbors...
It happens every week – Monday comes to ruin the weekend and take you back ...
You hate it. And it doesn’t care.
Haven’t needed them since Friday.
Beer is off the menu for at least 4 more days.
Why do you love everything so much, perky people?
Every mundane task that makes up your week is waiting for you. Again!
Because the “real” world frowns on margaritas at 10am.
Sweet, the day is over! Except tomorrow is only Tuesday.
Nothing like mixing work with onion breath.
Saturday and Sunday you can just ride the sofa. Now you have this.
Two solid days of lazy down the drain, literally.
Why does everyone email you on Sunday night anyway?