Monday

That's all that needs to be said to inspire fatigue and animosity.

Take this Monday, for instance:

2:15 AM: I wake up, and my arms are going numb. Being diabetic, I take this as a bad sign and test my blood. It's 33. Which, for those of you who don't know, is very, very, low and is pretty dang dangerous. So, with my arms numb and tingly, I go downstairs to scarf down a bagel and a bowl of Frosted Flakes. I go back to bed.

6:30 AM: First day back in school, oh joy. And, because life just had to have its fun, the heater and the water heater were both busted. So I wasn't even able to use my 'but my bed is warm' excuse to go back to sleep, even under 5 layers. I make the bus (for once).

9:05 AM: After just learning I had a massive Creative Writing assignment due, my physics teacher walks in and says 'testing time in 30 minutes'. I begin contemplating homicide, and possibly arson (not particularly in that order).

2:35 PM: I come home with the intent to sit down with a warm blanket, a mug of mint tea, and Mario Kart Wii, when I discover that a bunch of guys from the heating company had taken over the family room. No Wii. Oh well, I'll go for the tea. They'd turned off the gas (no gas=no stove= no kettle=NO TEA).

5:10 PM: They're still here. And I still don't have my tea.