they're so different from everything else.
they leave this lazy, empty feeling inside. sundays are always a time of restlessness. there's stuff to be finished today and responsibilities to be had tomorrow, but an immense feeling of impossibility in the now.
it's hard getting started on tasks on sunday.
my 4.5 hours of sleep don't help alleviate the sunday symptoms.
it was a good night for the play and an enjoyable party.
on friday, when we were leaving one acts, I noticed the name mandi jung on the program for the stevens play.
“fuck,” I thought. “I missed her again.”
I need new music.