Monday mornings make me think of the scene from High Fidelity where Jack Black as a typical freak out after John Cusack shuts him down for blasting and dancing vulgarly to "Walking on Sunshine".
[Rob turns off Barry's tape]
Barry: OK, buddy, uh, I was just tryin' to cheer us up so go ahead. Put on some old sad bastard music, see if I care.
Rob: I don't wanna hear old sad bastard music, Barry, I just want something I can ignore.
Barry: Here's the thing. I made that tape special for today. My special Monday morning for *you*... special.
Rob: Well, it's fuckin' Monday afternoon! You should get out of bed earlier!
Old sad bastard music makes me think of Sonia, because - well... Oh, never mind! Sonia has GREAT taste in music - I don't know what I was thinking. Who wouldn't want to sew to Enya? It's PROBABLY good for
the creative mind to slip into a semi-coma and stab oneself with sharp pointy things every now and then. Come on - how authentic are handmade wares that aren't stained with the crafter's own life blood? I'm sure when she insists on playing her music while we sew it's merely her attempt at calming my soul. Meditation is supposed to be good for you - right? Always the caring older sister... With, of course, GREAT taste in music.
On a more serious note....

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