Previously, we've never been able to adequately describe the supreme emotional wasteland that descends upon us come Monday morning. But that was before this easily terrified tuba player appeared on our radar. He's not just here to play us some brassy tunes; he's a metaphor for Monday.

Previously, we've never been able to adequately describe the supreme emotional wasteland that descends upon us come Monday morning. But that was before this easily terrified tuba player appeared on our radar. He's not just here to play us some brassy tunes; he's a metaphor for Monday.