Sunday Morning da-dah-da-da-da-dah

Another Sunday (my Friday) and I feel like I need a complete blood transfusion, brain transplant and strategically placed monkey glands in order to return to my normal, substandard functionality. Is this a sign of aging, this absolute lethargy after a circumspect weekend? I'm glad there is only 5 more minutes until my lunch break, where I will eat scungy leftovers and sup deep on some nasty nasty nasty instant coffee. I will continue the maundering post after such time.
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Well, wouldn't you know it, the universe does at times provide entertainment. Today was one of those special occasions. I don't know if I misheard or what by I am going to stick to my version of the story. Some guy was just in at the Information desk asking what year it was.
You will all know the conclusions I was leaping to - Sam had quantum leaped in and was going to set some hideous miscarriage of justice right.
Oh Boy.