"You know what?" he says to himself. "Fuck today!", yelling out loud and throwing off the covers. Jarring Kay awake, his horrible alarm once again blaring in his ears telling him to wake the fuck up or else.  All he could think is he knows hes not happy but really doesn't know why. He is attractive, has a nice job, a nice car and doesn't really long for anything but know he hates that fucking alarm clock.
Stumbling to the shower to start his morning routine all he can think is this day is a long time coming, but what was the straw that broke the camels back? Why is he so angry this particular morning? Climbing in the shower he put his head under the water to relax and think. "MODAYS!", he yells, its got to have something to do with Mondays. No way could it be Mondays themselves he thinks. Its got to be the fact that everyone's "fun" ends on Mondays. Not today, his Monday will not stop his fun. Today he will define Monday as being like every other day of the rest of his life. A great day.