Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
-Sunday morning coming down, by Kris Kristopherson.
God I hate Sundays, I always have. You can almost hear the grinding of the gears of a new week in motion. Sunday is so slow. And sad, "'cause there's something about a Sunday that makes a body feel alone." Truer words were never written. The sun is out, I have love in my heart, my life is right. But there's something about this fucking day that just leaves me empty. xxx
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
-Sunday morning coming down, by Kris Kristopherson.
God I hate Sundays, I always have. You can almost hear the grinding of the gears of a new week in motion. Sunday is so slow. And sad, "'cause there's something about a Sunday that makes a body feel alone." Truer words were never written. The sun is out, I have love in my heart, my life is right. But there's something about this fucking day that just leaves me empty. xxx
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instarsia:
how did everything go?
dclxvi:
When you're here - Sundays will always be nice.