Sundays

I really covet my Sundays. Truly. I usually wake up as late as I can (which these days is around 10am), and just lounge. Not like, I'm going to take a shower and putter. Hardcore looooouuuunnnnging. Saturdays are for errands. Sundays are for really resting up and getting ready for the week.

For instance, this weekend. Friday night, I went to the Connecticut Webcomic Convention, ConnectiCon. Saturday, I went to ConnectiCon and ordered pizza. Today, I woke up at 10, laid down on the couch, and played around on the internet, watched TV, a couple of movies, ate leftover pizza, and considered going out. It was perfect.

I don't know what it is about Sundays, why I can't really get out of the house, and why I prefer to just laze. I could go to church, I could run errands, I could do really anything. It's a free day -- I almost never plan anything on Sundays. But I rarely do. Hell, I don't even have to go out, I could just stay in and clean. But that's next weekend, or the weekend after. I mean, it's a two day project. I can't just start now -- I'll be half finished tonight, and then just leave it -- so I can't start now.

But most Sundays, since I don't really leave the apartment, I realize that I don't have any food. So Sunday nights, I usually put on a pair of jeans I've already worn four times, a t-shirt, and go to the supermarket. Yes, that's all I put on. No bra. Why? It's a fucking weekend, and I don't want to!! And that's what I'm doing tonight. Jeans? On. Shirt? On. Bra? On the floor. So now I'm going out to the Big Y. And then I'm going to get some Rita's Water Ice. Because Rita's is the best ever!!