Of all the Mondays in the the world, you are the Mondayest..

Monday...

What is it about Mondays that are so hard to deal with?  Last night I went to bed at an insanely early hour for me, however when I got up I may as well have awakened from a coma.  It makes no sense.  Something about approaching a new work week just shuts down all my senses.

I drag myself out of bed like I am pulling myself towards an oasis after days of suffering in a desert.  Am I just doomed to Monday grogginess despite my best intentions?

What is a dude to do?