Tomorrow's Monday And I Kind Of Want To Cry

I had to take my alarm clock out of solitary today.  Since I've had the last few days off of work because of the holiday, my clock has been in a dark and lonely place.  Because I feel like sequestering it during vacation is adequate and appropriate punishment for the sadness it brings me on regular days.  Well, actually, it's either sequester it, or murder it with a machete.  And I figure sequester-ment is cheaper because I don't have to buy a new alarm clock every time.