A Case of the Mondays?

Fuck yes, and then some.

My dog is a living alarm clock. 5:30am every morning, almost spot on. And yes, on the weekends to. Except yesterday, she decideds that 5am is a better time. It's hard for me to go back to sleep after waking up, so I snoozed on the couch off and on all Sunday morning. Sucked.

Fast forward to last night. I'm tired. Decide to hit the bed around 10pm. Except, my neck and back are killing me. So much so that I can't get comfortable. I move around in bed 4-5 times trying to find the position that'll let me relax when, my cat decides that I'm taunting him and lunges up from the floor and chomps down on my leg. Not the first time this has happened, and the last time it did, he got personally introduced to the wall via my foot. This time, he was ready and tore ass away before I could even finish screaming my profanities at him. Fucking punk.

So, since I can't get comfortable in bed, and I'd rather not invite anymore guerilla attacks by my cat, I move to my couch. Although it's helping, I still can't get relaxed, so I go and take a muscle relaxor to help with the tightness in my back and neck.

Right about when I'm about to fall asleep, the dog barks. Nope, not 5:30am. About 1am. I yell at her to SHUT THE FUCK UP! She does.

I start to fall asleep again... BARK! WTF?

And so it goes, through out the entire night. The mother $#@!ing dog barks 2-3 times an hour until my alarm goes off at 6am.

And then I notice that the cat bit me hard enough that I bled on the sheets. New sheets at that. Fucking Punk.

So, I look like someone has punched me in both eyes this morning. I'm running on a Starbuck's Doubleshot Espresso Energy drink, and I'm not sure I'll make it past noon today.

Case of the Mondays?

Yeah, and then some.