Bummer

::Sigh::
It's Sunday.
Traditionally, Sunday has never been a good day for me. I'm not all that religious but I still hesitate to say that Sunday sucks...but it sort of does.
Saturday is spent basking in the heat of the sun, driving down to the beach or shopping with the Mr. and sprog-girl. Good food and sometimes we rent movies. Sunday is to come down off that high. It's housework and food shopping and mentally preparing for another week at work. I have never slept well on Sunday nights, and get in less hours than any other day of the week. Weird dreams and stark terror as financial realities are reviewed by my feverish mind. God help me the Sunday after we finance our first house, I'll probably run screaming into the dark night, never to be seen again.
And the point of this post is...Sundays suck.
::shrugs::
Not horribly profound, I know, but it did postpone housework for another ten minutes so it wasn't totally without merit.