And like a morning poop after coffee, so shall the Monday review find it's place in reactionary habitual manifest the world over. Or, perhaps just in my universe.
Which poses and interesting theoretical: If the early bird drank coffee, which I would assume it does, then perhaps it misses the worm to a late-waker who has just arisen while the early bird is in the toilet.
This brings up an even more startling realization, in that perhaps some lazy bird is taking my worm while I write this review. Or, perhaps this TUSKA song is the worm. In which case I've just compared their song to a worm, and therefore this review shall end here.