Most mornings my alarm clock and I engage in an elaborate tango of sorts. As it creeps towards its allocated time of torture I spend the last hour or two with one bleary eye taking careful note of the position of my stalker. But after a four day weekend my defenses were down and my biorythyms were off. Suddenly and unexpectedly my blissful slumber was rudely awakened by distant strains of "Viva LaVida" blaring. AAAAAAGGH! Welcome back Monday, It's gonna be a long week!