I'm very stressed. Why? It's a Sunday, and Sundays are stressful because of the Mondays that follow them. A Sunday is an extension of a Monday in that everything you do on Sunday has repercussions (or should that just be percussions? I like that word, 'percussions') on Monday. Stay up late reading on Sunday and you'll be falling asleep like a cat– that is to say, inconvenuently and in odd positions– on the day that follows. Eat too many pretzels and you'll be stalked by cravings. Spend too much time blogging? Your fingers will be sore and stiff.
I have been typing for six hours solid. I have eaten seven eighths of a kilo of pretzels. It's 4am.
Another reason why Sundays are stressful is that they trick you into believing that they're another day off. They're not. You spend a glorious Saturday pottering and doodling and relaxing. And then you realise you have stuff. Stuff that's clogging up your life and need urgently doing. 'S'alright,' you tell youself sleepily. 'Y've go' a whole other day…' But you don't. Sunday is so clogged up with obligatory duties that you have barely an minute to do the things that really need doing. Like watching TV. And reading. And… oh God… and HOMEWORK.
That's why I'm stressed at the moment. Because Sunday is a lying cheat of a day.
I’m so glad I don’t have homework to do anymore.
Oi Josie! My Cat looks like that. Not the colour, just the eyes. Oh and the fangs. Did I mention his name is Freddie Crougar?
Freddie Crougar? Like Freddie Krueger? From Nightmare?
Wow. Okay.
Yeah, but I CBA to learn how to spell it properly.