Monday Allergies

A long time ago I saw a poster of Snoopy of the Peanuts, resting on top of his doghouse and the caption said
I am allergic to Mondays
More Mondays like this and I too shall be allergic to Mondays.
When I rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom for the obligatory morning pee, I noticed the lights were dim but, thought I, this is early morning and all that so....
by the time I got back from the doggie outing, the lights were gone, well almost. There was enough power to leave the little green light on the monitor operating. But not enough to run the fridge or radio or, most important, the coffee grinder.
The repair folks came to fix the problem late in the afternoon. And then I turned on the computer, only to find that I had no telephone connection and therefore no Internet access.
So I went down the hill to my least favorite public phone to report this problem which, since this was afternoon, would not be fixed till the next day.
I did my chores around the house and fed me and the dogs and did the dishes and sat down to watch some TV when it started to rain and the picture up and disappeared, but for good.
No matter, said I, I still have not seen the end of the Borat DVD that Colin let me borrow, so I fired up the DVD player and put the disc in and the machine spat it out saying it was "wrong disc". What? Does the machine decide which discs to play or what ? I tried other DVDs, but the result was the same.
There I was. No telephone, no computer, no television and a dysfunctional DVD player. And it was Monday.
The telephone repair people came Friday afternoon to fix the phone, but the DVD player is still acting up.
See how one can feel a little frustrated and ever so slightly allergic to Mondays.