Ennui

'Tis Monday afternoon
And the clock will strike three
I feel hopelessly lazy
I so totally ain't free

'Tis Monday afternoon
And an exciting new project awaits
I couldn't care less
I can't think straight

'Tis Monday afternoon
And the hours drag by so slowly
My body is slouched, my breathing is slow,
And my eyelids are so heavy

'Tis Monday afternoon
The weather is wonderful outside!
It makes not a whit of a difference
I'm completely inside.

'Tis Monday afteroon
And I feel so horribly low
I've said this before, and I'll say it again
BUT THERE'S FIVE BLOODY DAYS TO GO