This is surely the worst day of the week. Grocery shopping - a trek that takes hours. A hangover, feeling shaky, room messed up from the previous night. Blankets scattered, cups rolled under beds, lipstick flaking on the corners of my mouth. I drink two plungers of coffee and read two newspapers. Parties are never as fun as they should be and I always want to see people I don't see. I never fail to succumb to this gloom, damn you, sundays.
There is a certain amount of enjoyment to be had, sure, then you feel the need to listen to melancholic music and blog.
anti-climax anti-climax
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