We hate it. Like, enough to want to conjure up the ultimate weapon and murder the day out of the fifth dimension. Blast it out of universal conciousness. Annihilate it.
In the meantime, we cope.
P.S: found this on a parody site. Bless those.
I’ve got tears in my eyes
I’ve got tears today
And, why’s there tears today?
Since, it’s an awful day
(Monday, bloody Monday)
Oh, I just want to cry
(Monday, bloody Monday)
U2 ought to pay attention. Sunday’s fine. Curses be upon Monday.
ohhh buddy !!!
i wanna join in the militant troop who r going to kill the monday (why only monday, why not the remaining 5 week days)