I love Sunday.
I hate Sunday.
I love waking up Sunday morning, rolling over one eye open to snatch the remote and click on Coronation Street so I catch up on the week’s events as I slowly come to full consciousness. I love rushing to the kitchen during commercial breaks to grab coffee and granola bars and then racing back to my cozy bed to snack and caffeinate as British soap opera turns to CBC Sunday Morning with my boy Evan. I love the guilty pleasure of staying in bed until noon and just watching tv.
I love the excitement of a new week begun. I love the anticipation of the known and the unknown. I love the endless possibilities.
I hate that I can’t slow down as day turns to night. I hate that I can’t shut off my mind and go to sleep. I hate that Sunday night turns to Monday morning and I lie there awake watching the transition. I hate that I’m never rested for my weekly Monday morning meeting. I hate that I’m groggy and foggy all day on Monday.
I don’t know how to make it stop.
I love Sunday. I hate Sunday night.
Yesterday was a good day. Went shopping with Mom. I got a new pair of pants. Black cords, though it was the hottest day ever! 🙂 I also bought an mp3 player. It’s for walking. To go with the pedometer. I’m motivated by music. I know that. So, it’s a good purchase. I didn’t buy a very expensive one, it’s not an ipod or anything, but I like it.
Having trouble today shaking last night’s dreams. They made me sad. That’s all I’m saying. Damn dreams!
Drinking: nothing at the moment
Listening To: seagulls squawking, dryer tumbling, stomach gurgling, The Luckiest, Ben Folds
Hair: getting spruced for matt