Does anyone else just get completely side-swiped by Sundays? I mean, it's like Friday nights and Saturday mornings are glorious. But the whole time there's this little gnat in my ear. And its name is Sunday night.
It's saying, "Enjoy it while it lasts, sucker. I'm coming for ya." And tonight, I said two things. The first was: I'm off tomorrow, so take that. 2. I'm gonna light some damn candles.