fine whine

Mondays wear me out. My boss is on vacation, my wife is in North Carolina, my workplace is getting political, my lawn is sprouting poison ivy willy-nilly, I've watched movies but have nothing great to say about them, the website on which I'm working is progressing too slowly, I might be one of those elusive swing voters this year except that my registration card hasn't yet arrived, my socks don't match, I worked on my friend's computer yesterday but didn't improve it too much, my modem's still fried and I can't find a replacement, the layout and cover of my novel are unfinished, and I'm tired.

I'm too busy to write anything worthwhile, in other words.