Ok, so here's where I'm at in life. It's Sunday.
Well, that's pretty much it.
And what is a Sunday? If I find something that takes a Sunday to happen, then surely that must be what a Sunday is? So if it takes me an entire Sunday to get out of bed, then every following morning when I snooze myself through breakfast, is a Sunday. Not scientifically correct but it'll do for me.
So really, today must be Monday.
(picture, as always, by karineklund.wordpress.com)

















