Sundays
Sundays are my days. Mine. I work five days a week and on Saturday, I spend time with Tubby. On Sundays, I do whatever I want. Whether that be sleeping in or puttering around the house in my jamas all day, eating what I want, then taking a nap on the couch and finally waking up to the antics of Sponge Bob and Patrick. I briefly curse my inactivity and laziness, then finally take a shower at 3pm in the afternoon! I love my Sundays.
I woke up today to the sounds of sea gulls and wished I was living in San Diego. I'm wondering if I'll ever get my butt down there.
Mari called me and we argued for a bit (a normal thing, I assure you).
It's a very warm day today, which made it seem lazier than usual so I felt sorry for myself for awhile. Believe it or not, it's getting better - I used to feel sorry for myself 24 hours a day, 360 days out of the year for the past four years. See? Things are moving along quite nicely.
Sundays are my days. Mine. I work five days a week and on Saturday, I spend time with Tubby. On Sundays, I do whatever I want. Whether that be sleeping in or puttering around the house in my jamas all day, eating what I want, then taking a nap on the couch and finally waking up to the antics of Sponge Bob and Patrick. I briefly curse my inactivity and laziness, then finally take a shower at 3pm in the afternoon! I love my Sundays.
I woke up today to the sounds of sea gulls and wished I was living in San Diego. I'm wondering if I'll ever get my butt down there.
Mari called me and we argued for a bit (a normal thing, I assure you).
It's a very warm day today, which made it seem lazier than usual so I felt sorry for myself for awhile. Believe it or not, it's getting better - I used to feel sorry for myself 24 hours a day, 360 days out of the year for the past four years. See? Things are moving along quite nicely.
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