The Weak End

It's monday.

That's usually the words that prelude an excuse about how blue one is feeling. Normally, I'm not overly affected about the days of the work-week. I mean, some Fridays are just sh*te, while an occasional Monday can be golden.

Today, however, was unusual. The sky was overcast as I was driving to work, and the usual radio station that I tune into was rambling on and on about one of its presenter's wedding over the week end. Much too cheery and lovey-dovey for me, especially given the weather at the time, so I switched over to my ipod. As luck would have it, the first song that played was this one:

The silicon chip inside her head gets switched to overload
And nobody's gonna go to school today
She's going to make them stay at home
And daddy doesn't understand it
He always said she was good as gold
And he can see no reasons, 'cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?

Tell me why? I don't like Mondays
Tell me why? I don't like Mondays
Tell me why? I don't like Mondays
I want to shoot the whole day down

The telex machine is kept so clean and it types to a waiting world
And mother feels so shocked
Father's world is rocked
And their thoughts turn to their own little girl
Sweet 16 ain't that peachy keen
No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat
They can see no reasons 'cause there are no reasons
What reasons do you need

Tell me why? I don't like Mondays
Tell me why? I don't like Mondays
Tell me why? I don't like Mondays
I want to shoot the whole day down, down, down, shoot it all down

And all the playing has stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with the toys of war
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
That the lesson today is how to die
And then the bullhorn crackles
And the captain cackles with the problems and the hows and whys
And he can see no reasons 'cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die, die?

Tell me why? I don't like Mondays
Tell me why? I don't like Mondays
Tell me why? I don't like, I don't like, (Tell me why?) I don't like Mondays
Tell me why? I don't like, I don't like, (Tell me why?) I don't like Mondays
Tell me why? I don't like Mondays
I want to shoot the whole day down

Now the Boomtown Rats were really good, but the version that I had was the Tori Amos cover. You know, with her slightly creepy, nonchalantly depressive voice? Now that really brought me down.

My life outside the song didn't help either: work has been hectic of late. Those who know of my affiliations will understand; the broadsheets and the more volatile media has been proclaiming the recent changes of late. While that had consumed a good part of my time, more developments loom on the horizon, and I find myself at the oars, paddling furiously towards it. Oftimes, out of synch with the rest of those chained to the deck. Oh well....


Back on the home front, the missus is down with a cough and a sore throat. Which means that she has isolated herself from the daughter, leaving me to play the single father again. Not that I mind, mind. I have grown accustomed to such instances. However, I have myself, barely recovered from an upset stomach - with the attendant bells and whistles, as it were. Running on a less than full battery over the weekend with a hyper child is not the most restful of experiences, truly. Running on a guggling tummy is even worse. Needless to say, the title of this blog describes what else I had to contend with...


Fortunately, the daughter seemed to realize that neither of her parents were in a state to match her enthusiasm, and entertained herself for the most part. My mother's participation in the fun and games on Saturday also eased matters somewhat. Whew!

As for the music, the next song was also a Tori Amos cover of a Depache Mode favourite (I must have been in a select by artist sequence) - Enjoy the Silence.