Sunday rolls around again...
Is it always Sunday? Is it always the precipice of work and weekend introspection/getting back to myself, that I stand on? It always feels like that. I hate spending Monday thru Thursday wishing for Friday and Saturday, hating the hand of the clock striking 12am, striking Sunday. Chiming in the end of totally being myself and spending my last free day catching up on work and making plans for the week that I won't keep. I always start out with good intentions for the week on Sunday and then find that it's Wednesday and I didn't do anything I planned on doing.