Why Don't I Shut UP?

What is it about Mondays that make people just a tad bit dumber (present company included).  I can literally feel myself moving slower from the control center all the way down to those little sweat-shop-like bones in my toes.  Could it be the left over haze of a Saturday-Night party.  Could it be the dred of walking into work for another round of monday morning "i'm so damn happy to be here that I just fired a golden egg out of my ass" syndrome?  Or could it be that fact that we're all just running on auto-pilot in hopes that our brain and feet will fall into the groove and meet-up somewhere around lunch time?  Either way, Monday morning is a rough sonova bitch.
 
Now put all that Monday morning slouchiness into the mix of a morning commuter and what do you have?  You have the potential for great driving entertainment...or a fender bender if you're in the wrong place at the wrong time.
 
This weekend must've been hard-core party weekend for everyone because my drive to work seemed more like a stroll on the BumperCar Expressway.  Cars were bouncing off each other and swerving in and out of lanes.  I passed one lovely gentleman on Rt 222 who I could've sworn was snoring...HONESTLY...his mouth was hangin wide open and he looked about as concious as a drunk on the Jack Daniel's factory tour.   It was freaking me out...the zombie commute! 
 
I just got wind of another area band that decided to throw in the towel.  I haven't gotten all the info but I heard that Seventh Hour decided to call it quits.  Bummer...if any of you know anymore info, please let me know.
 
 

posted by Michael Witmer @ Monday, July 19, 2004