I wish I could sleep through every Sunday, put me in catatonic sleep of freeze me so I don't waste 1/7th of my life on this day. Life is not all fun and I know there are much more difficult circumstances than being bored but the problem is I tend to get too philosophical on this day. Where it comes from, I don't know but I can do without it.

Writing is coming along today but nothing is easy on Sundays. This is the Helen Hunt of days; bland, semi attractive, inoffensive but not something you'd look forward to.

This is the day to remedy hangovers, pine (or malign) over past loves, finish tedious chores and fall asleep unsatisfied.

Things I did today;

-Wrote some of my book.
-Cleaned my room.
-Updated my resume.
-Started writing a serial I may never finish.
-Read a book, started another.
-Played with Jabez.
-Talked to my dad and brothers, told them I probably wouldn't be home for Christmas.
-Played Bully.
-Made a playlist for my ipod.
-Checked out real estate prices for homes and condos in the area.


This the the Jaw Bra, it helps people recovering from plastic surgery. It is all Sundays.