Here is not a good way to start the week:

You toss and turn all night with insomnia. Bad, read a book at 4:30 in the morning insomnia. At 6:30 you decide to get up and start going to work not because you have a lot to do, but because you’re tired of lying in bed trying to keep the mind from racing. So you get up and shower but still feel so out of it that you daze out in the shower and get out much later than normal. While eating breakfast, you decide to make a cup of coffee to bring with you on the train so you can at least wake up before getting to work. Right before you leave, you go pour yourself a cup only to discover that something’s not right with the coffee. Somehow, instead of putting the water where the water is supposed to go, you poured it where the coffee grinds go. Instead of the coffee getting brewed into the glass container, it brews inside the coffee maker, a thing you discover when you open the coffee maker up and all the brewed coffee explodes all over the kitchen sink. You take a look at the clock and realize that if you clean up the kitchen, you’ll miss the train so make a quick swipe and get ready to leave the door. But as you open the door, you get that rumbley, grumbley feeling in the stomach that tells you that something wicked this way comes. Take care of it now, you’ll miss the train and completely waste the decision to get up early. Take care of it later, it means praying through an hour long commute that you can hold out. You decide to risk it, a decision that means that before almost every stop, you wonder if there’s a bathroom in the station that you could run up and use in case you need to. You realize that if worst comes to worst, your screwed.

Luckily, you make it but are never so happy to get into the office.

And as you work through the day, suffering through yet another night of no sleep and way too much coffee, you find yourself facing the final indignity of them all- you’ve got that stupid Counting Crows "Round Here" song going through your head.