What is the use of Sunday?
I don’t have the perfect answer for that question (well actually I do, it’s just most people won’t agree with me) but I have the answer that has worked hard and without fail for the last decade or so. Sunday is the day of the week reserved for hangovers. Yup.
Occasionally I’ll catch a football game during one of these horrendous little forays into that alcohol clouded world of pain and nausea, but mostly I just want to lie down and fucking die. Which, incidentally, is exactly what I did today…all day. Even coffee wasn’t able to revive me today, not for long anyway.
The amazing thing is that the next time I see my friends I’ll probably get plowed again. Even though I already know the disastrous consequences that morning will bring. Thus I have come to a conclusion…you might call it a ground breaking conclusion. Or you might call it an ‘about fucking time conclusion’. Really though the description of this conclusion is meaningless, it is the conclusion itself that is of any importance.
Conclusion: I’m either very stupid, a very slow learner, or just crazy. Maybe all three. I don’t know…I just know that Sundays are for hangovers. Thank you for reading and…yeah, I got nothing. Later days.