Sunday, July 6, 2008

Sunday the unday.

For a guy who can’t wait for the weekend to roll around, I sure do hate Sundays.

It’s not really even a day for me. It’s merely the limbo between Saturday and Monday in which absolutely nothing happens. Its sole purpose seems to be to recuperate from staying up so late the night before and to dread having to go to work the next morning, resulting in total and utter laziness.

Here’s today so far:

1:00pm: Woke up. This was after initially waking at 7am, 9am and noon to realize I had no reason to stay conscious. Once no longer able to pass out, I would remain in bed for another half hour just lying there staring at the ceiling and other random objects around my room.

1:30pm: Managed to get the TV remote off my desk and watched lame 70’s reruns including M.A.S.H. and Battlestar Galactica for three hours straight simply because they happened to be the least-horrible shows on at the time. It’s really all you can do when you have no cable or an initiative to stick something in the DVD player. Not until The Greatest American Hero came up did I finally get bored enough to whip out a Futurama DVD.

5:00pm: Had a bountiful breakfast/lunch/dinner composed entirely of potato chips dipped in jelly. Having no leftovers or desire to cook something can make you eat some very strange things.

5:30pm: Got too hot sitting around in the t-shirt and underwear I slept in, so I stripped down naked, all while chatting online with various unsuspecting friends. (Sorry, Tina.)

6:00pm: Since already naked, decided to go ahead and take a shower.

Right now: After realizing I have no clean clothes, I’m once again sitting around naked and chatting with various unsuspecting friends (Sorry, Bushie) until the stuff I just stuck in the laundry is clean and dry enough to wear again.

I guess all Sunday is really good for other than doing nothing is wearing nothing.