on the seventh day, he rested, and said it was good.

Sunday must be the single most depressing day of the week. I might compare the weekend to a cliff, and sunday to the breeze that blows one off, only to let him fall to his death.. or school. It seems that most every visit ends on a Sunday, that chores must be done on Sunday more than any other day, and that there's no fun to be had. And Sunday has never been one of those days, for me at least, to seem like another day. You know, sometimes you'll be really antsy in eighth period on a Thursday, feeling kind of like its Friday. But, no, Sunday is brutally honest and unrelenting. It's just a day of Dogmatic structure demanding that no one enjoy the day. 

Last night and this morning were absolutely brilliant. Friday was really great, too, for the most part. Thursday, Wednesday did me just well. It's even weirder now, five days off of school and it just seems like it was a normal weekend.