I’m not above:

a) Broadcasting my bitching about the stereotypical unpleasantness of a work-week Monday;
b) Plagiarizing my own tweetstream.

And so the two converged this morning, to this:

fierce dragon-breath mixed with cheap perfume. Hello there, Monday.

A few syllables short of haiku status. Maybe if I’d stayed on the bus a few minutes longer, I’d have been more descriptive. The downside of mass transit, if only briefly so.