Monday Monday Monday

Valentine's Day aside, I really do hate Mondays. They signify the beginning of the work week, which is, as we all know, the ulimate embodiment of evil.

That said, today wasn't particularly bad, considering that it was a Monday and Valentine's Day and raining copiously and I had to work all day. Highlights of the day were the Valentine's card I got from my stepmom (aww!), running into Susan (whom I have not seen in forever) at the campus coffee shop, constructing "the wallow mix" playlist on my iPod (I relish good mope music), and eating far more than my fair share of the free chocolate they'd set out on the table in the waiting room at the counseling center.

And the anti-highlight? About five minutes ago I heard a splish-splashing coming from the bathroom. "What could that be?" I thought. "My roommate has already gone to bed!" So I poked my head into the bathroom, and sure enough, the cat was in the fucking toilet again. Not drinking from the toilet, mind you. IN it, splashing around, having a good old time. I had to physically remove him from the shitter. Oy vey.