The blaring of an alarm in the early hours of a Monday morning has got to be one of the most brutal experiences—tearing you suddenly from the dream of the weekend back into the harsh, cold, mundane world of the working week. The alarm acts as the equivalent of having a red pill shoved down your throat—you awaken, clammy, gasping for air and life. coming to your senses, you begin to realize that the barren wasteland of reality is all that lies before you… Gone are the aspirations of your Friday…