Can I just start by saying that I really really really like Sundays. No seriously. I don’t know how to explain.
Sundays are like the icing on the cake. The bullet in Dan Quail’s (spelt wrong) duck hunting riffle. As good as those mornings in Melbourne where it is so friken cold that the grass cracks under your feet.
Actually, the latter is not really awesome but it is truly memorable.
The reason it is so cool is that Sunday night you get to review the week that has been and assess what was the worst and try and not to do it again in the next week. But the problem is that you, as a human will go and do the same freakin thing all over again and come next Sunday night it’s a bit of a “Jeezus, can’t believe I scientifically cross inseminated those rabbits with pigs on Tuesday and I should have learnt from the other cloned rab-pigs that I created the week before.”
Oh well, here’s looking towards next week.
Bring on Monday, I’m ready. Just remember to leave your rabbits at home
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