Why is it that sundays are the most boring days for me? I mean, what did I ever do to sunday to deserve this? I especially want to flip out about it today, considering that I was stuck in traffic all day, and when I got home, I just didn't have enough energy to do anything, and yet, i wasn't tired enough to go to sleep. Also, nobody seems to be around on sundays. I've made a few calls, looked around. Everyone is just freakin gone. So apparently, sunday only hates me. It's like the recipe of my life or something something. Six semi-okay days, followed by a day of mooshy nothingness. Stir for 24 hours, repeat process until said person dies.