It’s a bad day. It always shall be so. It’s a Sunday. It’s the one which leads to Monday and I hate it. Wonder if Saturday passed on the buck to Sunday and it realized Monday is what’s next but couldn’t help it. Well, that life Mr/Mrs. Sunday…and I know you have learnt to live with my hate as I have learnt seeing you through.
Seeing through a Sunday is the toughest. By evening seven, am all down, with thoughts of the approaching week. I am not the one to blame. I work as a developer in IT and my weeks are very hectic. It usually always happens that by the time I have my dinner, the clock marks the start of another day. I can’t help looking forward to the weekends. Saturday I am the happiest and Sundays I am the saddest.
Yesterday was fun. Two movies, one with my lappy and the other with my friends at a multiplex, and a three hour success story at a game of card made me sleep at five in the morning without any regrets. Oh yes, I searched for a rented apartment to move into, with my friends. I almost forgot that. How can I do that when I am famous being a lazy Garfield types. I certainly scored a ton there, looking out for “To-Let” banners and calling up people, under the sun, in the summer, from morning eleven until three in the afternoon.
Today was Ok. Finally I was able to set up my new anonymous blog up and running with three posts on the very first day. Not bad I guess. Hope my ever present lacking of consistency doesn’t put me down. Tomorrow I have a presentation and my team expects me to deliver it on a Monday. Presently I am in no mood to prepare for it. And it’s already dinner time by normal standards. Guess, a few mugs of beer would put me back onto the right track. :)
I think everyone has that feeling on a Sunday. The only time I never had that Sunday feeling was when I lived in Ibiza. I had NO concept of time and partied most of my time away!
ReplyDeleteI always make excuses all weekend "oh, I'll do it on Saturday" "Oh, I'll do it on Sunday afternoon" and never get anything done in the end!