I Hate Sundays, part 4,587,375

The whole day is ruined with the dread we have in the back of our minds knowing we can't shake off the next day.

I've had this feeling all my life; can't get rid of it.

Menacing grey clouds gather like when the spaceship hovers over the White House in Independence Day.

And today the karma is worse simply because I'm bored out of my head. In fact, I'm Mr Bored of Bored Street, Boredtown in Boredomshire.