The doldrums
Man, I need to find whatever it is about Sundays that makes me so goddamn depressed and DESTROY IT.
Seriously, every Sunday I get really down and it takes a few days to recover. What's up with that?
Seriously, every Sunday I get really down and it takes a few days to recover. What's up with that?
posted by Jeff at 11:22 AM
5 Comments:
Hey, it'll all be remedied in the not-too-distant future!
You know what I do on Sundays?
Sleep. Major, for serious sleep. Yesterday I was in bed, on and off, till 6:30 at night.
Maybe if I'd been awake I would have been depressed. Science may never know!
Huh? The barbecue was on SATURDAY, dear. I was awake THEN. And continued to be so even after I left.
As for my excessive sleeping on Sunday, that may or may not have had something to do with the aforementioned pretty lady.
"As for my excessive sleeping on Sunday, that may or may not have had something to do with the aforementioned pretty lady."
That's the sort of innuendo I can do without in my comments section, thanks.
If anyone's hypothetical sex life is going to be discussed here, it's MINE.
Also, it is funny how Jenni is incapable of distinguishing the days of the week.
The key word is "hypothetical."
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