NEXT
A stray yoyo flies out from beneath the covers, toppling the radio before it even gets the chance to spit facts about today's weather. The motors inside wheeze pathetically as it fails to correct itself, like a helicopter on a collision course.
Unlike a helicopter however, there is no epic explosion when it crashes.
Lame.
You are sick of the Monday theatrics. If today wasn't such an infinitely important day you would have no problem sleeping in.