Sunday nights suck
Sunday nights should be abolished. Sunday night means you have to start thinking about work again, about getting to bed early enough to get a good night’s sleep, what are you going to wear tomorrow, what time do you have to get up in the morning. When you’re traveling for work, it means making sure the laundry’s done and you’re all packed. When you’re still in school, add did you do all your homework to that list of things to fret over. You can have the most relaxing, most wonderful, most fun weekend EVER and still have it be ruined by Sunday night.
Maybe it’s Monday that should be outlawed. Or work. Or stress.
The computer-as-TV plan is working great, by the way. I want a wireless keyboard, small enough to fit in one of the coffee table drawers (no more than 16″ wide), and a wireless presentation-type mouse (like this), so we can control the computer without a mouse pad. You know, like a remote. I need to do a little shopping.
The windows are open, and I can hear the rain on the roof over the porch. If this keeps up, it’s going to be really hard to get out of bed tomorrow. Of course, if this keeps up, I won’t be running, and I’ll get an extra hour in bed anyway. I know what I’m wishing for.