That was sarcastic ^ in fact i actually detest sundays, it being the very last day of the week and so causing an almighty cram of work that you don't want to do, nor does it help in anyway, but it hinders you because it can just about destroy you. And if you don't you start to have a terribly guilty conscioence manifest in that mulch of a brain.
That is what i am feeling today, and what i have been feeling for the past 5 or so months. Good lord. Sundays. The day of rest has become a day of strest and i ain't likin it quite frankly. However i have had a good if not wonderful dose of retail therapy which yes sounds fairly shallow and materialistic but to heck; as i said, it's sunday and so now in the last few hours of the glorious weekend i am cramming like hell. Wonderful!
It will soon becom an art i imagine and i hope to perfect it.
Hmm, i fancy a nice bath and a read and who knows what else.
I'll have to cram a bit more though first, perfect the art.
Ciao darlings
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