Sundays are curious animals... they often start out decent or even great, and get shittier as the sun goes down and Monday's arrival loom closer and closer. If I can draw a comparison, Sundays are in fact like horror movies: start out great and normal, but you know something's about to go wrong. The rest of the time, there's this mounting unnerving suspense which is often more unbearable than the actual object of horror. I don't remember how many times, during my pre-sleep reflections, I've wished for an overnight snowstorm to paralyze the city (in Montreal this used to be a wish that made me believe in the power of prayers). That was comforting enough for school days. After I've started to work, the disaster spells I try to cast became a bit more devastating and permanent (think fire)... which I guess are not condoned by the Higher Power or not in the checklist.
That being said, I might be affected by the fact that I haven't got anything important done today like I had initially scheduled. My new role has changing job description every 3 hours, although it doesn't make any difference to me as I have so much catching up to do. I just lack directions and need to sit down calmly and work out a study plan. The fact that I've been meaning to do it the entire weekend to instead spend it on making a dent in my couch, eating junk food while watching NFL playoffs may have something to do with me being bitchy and worrying about my week ahead now. What can I say, there's a reason why the elimination of procrastination is not part of my new year resolutions ---- it's simply unrealistic.
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