Why I Hate Mondays

Thanks to the Kansas City Chiefs and the Tennessee Titans, I just got home from work 15 minutes ago.

It's 2:45 a.m. as I write this. By the way, my "bedtime" is 2:30.

Oh, and around midnight, I ran into an open drawer on Dave's desk, slamming my leg into the metal corner. Yes, it drew blood. Yes, it's bruised.

Mondays suck.