Sundays

I would like to start with an apology for my inconsistent posting. I may not have an audience yet but I did warn it anyway that this irregular appearance. would probably occur. Sorry....

Sunday is the one day of the week where I feel that it's existant gives the excuse to do bugger all and not feel guilty about it. I got up at 3pm today and although I woke with the initial thought "crap I have wasted half a day" that thought was then followed with the making of a bacon sandwhich and 2 hours of 4OD. Yes I probably should be doing some form of work considering I have chosen to be a full time student, but in not so wise but brilliant words of my next door neighbour; "they should give us the degree anyway consdiering we're paying for it".

I also realised that I use the Sabbath day as excuse for other things such as not getting dressed. This is the third Sunday in a row that I left my house/flat in my pyjamas ready with the comeback of "yeah it's Sunday" if anyone were to question why I failed to get dressed before facing the public. I also find that out of the seven days I always manage to pick this one to eat large quanities of food regardless of the roast my mum places in front of me at lunch time.

However I have noticed that it's not just me who uses Sunday as a day of little energy consumption. My halls of residence doesn't seem to come alive until after 11am, television seems to be dull and boring and Tesco 24 hours only opens between the hours of 10 am and 4pm. Yet I bet people don't question Tesco's motives.

I just find it intersting that Sunday is the same as any other day. It has 24 hours, a sunrise and a sunset. Yet my attitude and actions on this day seem to be great contrast to the other 6.

Jodie x