The Dreaded Sunday. in Your Face

The Dreaded Sunday wasn't quite as easy as the Dreaded Saturday. Mostly because I did most of my chores on the Saturday.

Woke up early, as usual. Felt a bit antsy, like I had to get out. Took a drive and put fuel in the car. Decided I wanted a sandwich from Subway. Drove to the local one, almost missed the turn because I was spaced out. Subway was closed. Raged silently in the car for a moment, then decided to drive to the next closest one. Got there, it was closed. Raged silently again before realising it was 7:55am and it would be open at 8:00am.

Went into the supermarket, felt like I was walking in slow motion. Actually, I might have been. The check out lady did look at me funny. Bought 2 sticks of garlic bread ($1.65). Figured I would have some with the cans of soup I have been hoarding.

Got my Subway and headed home.

And there my exciting day ends. I watched DVDs and knitted (over 1 ball of wool, will close out the day on about 1.5 balls knitted). Spoke briefly with M. Watched 5 episodes of Neighbours. Smoked. Smoked. Smoked. Finished writing my weekly letter to M (I mail them each Monday).

Mother is going to my brother's house for dinner. Not sure if my other brother is going (the one that lives here), but I hope so. They are both pretty annoying.

I will probably wait a little longer to check M doesn't come back online, then play Sims. I have leftovers in the fridge that I forgot about, so I will eat those and save my garlic bread and soup for tomorrow night.

Have eaten like a beast today. So many snackfoods.