there's something about sundays.
maybe it even starts the night before. it's that wonderful feeling that you have 24 hours with no obligation. you don't have to set your alarm clock (not that i ever do-i start school quite late) don't have to work out a schedule, no need to think about what to wear. and you don't have to feel guilty about going to sleep after two like you do during the week.
then you wake up sunday morning and you can roll over and go right back to sleep! no need to jump out of bed in a frenzy like what happens in my room, with me and my sister rushing around, banging into eachother. you can take twenty minutes to put on each shoe, brush your hair a hundred times if you so wish, put on ur mascara carefully, doing each eyelash separately. you can lazily make your way upstairs, or into the kitchen, and actually eat breakfast, maybe even sitting down! no obligations, no schedule, no demands, just you and the afternoon ahead. (of course in the winter, the days are so short, that by the time you've gotten up and started, the afternoon is almost over)
for me, the worst part of a sunday is like 5:30 pm. that's when the day is ending, and any big plans you've had for the weekend are either over, or it's too late to start them. all the stuff you have to do for the week, any tests, papers to write (of which i have alot this week) hit you with a bang.
and before you know it, you're waking up on monday morning and it's back to the drudgery of the week.
"...just another maniac monday..."
"...leftover memories of sunday..."