Monday: Akin to that of the disgruntled girlfriend harping on the fact that you may or may not have been hitting on the sweet senorita across the bar. Like a scorpion stinger in your side, she pierces into you, releasing a psychological neurotoxin that hinders basic motor function, debilitates sincere thought, and, last but not least, presumably kicks you in the balls at the prospect of another long, arduous week filled with the mundane and
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It should never have been so difficult. But, of course, it was. One morning, when I reached inside a kitchen cabinet for coffee, the cabinet door came off in my hand. One of the hinges had broken. I reached inside and got my coffee with one hand, while holding the cabinet door with the other. I held the cabinet door a few moments, until I realized I would have to stand there all day to keep the door from falling.
