Sundays Suck.

I HATE SUNDAYS.  I mean, think about it, there's nothing to do, unless you're going to go to church (which I don't) or you have to go to work, or buy groceries. Or see old Aunt Edna who keeps going on and on about prunes. It's just lame. I don't have a car, I can't go anywhere. I would rather go and yell at someone in texas (I am not naming names) than be sitting at home right now. Today is so lame, that I refuse to change out of my pajamas. I would rather face my worst fear right now, and trust me I cannot stand being on a bridge. Bridges scare the CRAP outta me. I freak out mentally. But, as always, it's sunday, and I'm sitting at home wishing I'm somewhere else.