I share a love/hate relationship with Mondays. When I have to come in at eight in the morning from a perfect weekend at home, I'm leaning really close to the hate side. When I remember my roommates will home tonight and One Tree Hill finale is tonight, I'm pulled back over to the love side. It's a constant push pull. But how could anyone really ever just love Mondays? That would be a very optimistic, postively, shiningly happy person. I mean, I'm guessing so.