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Dec. 7th, 2003 10:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodygranuaileReally hope today isn't going to suck as much as Sundays always do... there was a time when Sundays sometimes involved anything at all, wasn't there? Even if it was only a few weeks, there was a time when Sunday was more than sleep late, do homework, sit around at the computer and try not to scream from the sheer boredom of it all.
And it wasn't all that long ago. When Sundays began their downward slide early this fall, they sucked in ways that would send me out of the house, to the swings or to the Jacobys, and I'd swing or walk around or just lie on the couch in their living room and read or stare off into space. But they've kept on sucking more and more until now we have Sundays in which everyone stays in their respective homes and does schoolwork, and I get so bored that I space out into a depression that doesn't let me do work or even write; by seven o'clock I'm done trying to find excuses to stay awake for the day when I've spent the last eight hours failing to write. And then I go to bed.
So then I start my Mondays with both too much and not enough sleep, and a very crappy day behind them, thus turning Mondays into Tuesdays and Tuesdays into some black hole of crappy scheduling that my mood swings can't even hold for any period of time, which is why I tend to get so illogically happy on Wednesdays--they're practically Thursdays for me.
After the mundane things I do have to do this Sunday, I must find something to do. If it's possible, which it may well not be with the whole house-hopping business.
-Claudia
And it wasn't all that long ago. When Sundays began their downward slide early this fall, they sucked in ways that would send me out of the house, to the swings or to the Jacobys, and I'd swing or walk around or just lie on the couch in their living room and read or stare off into space. But they've kept on sucking more and more until now we have Sundays in which everyone stays in their respective homes and does schoolwork, and I get so bored that I space out into a depression that doesn't let me do work or even write; by seven o'clock I'm done trying to find excuses to stay awake for the day when I've spent the last eight hours failing to write. And then I go to bed.
So then I start my Mondays with both too much and not enough sleep, and a very crappy day behind them, thus turning Mondays into Tuesdays and Tuesdays into some black hole of crappy scheduling that my mood swings can't even hold for any period of time, which is why I tend to get so illogically happy on Wednesdays--they're practically Thursdays for me.
After the mundane things I do have to do this Sunday, I must find something to do. If it's possible, which it may well not be with the whole house-hopping business.
-Claudia