The people upstairs are having a party and are being quite rowdy. Like pounding on the walls and blasting the music really loud rowdy. This has been going on all day and I'm hoping that they (soon) realize it's Sunday night and that tomorrow is a work day.
The niece's boyfriend broke up with her (again) the other night. My heart breaks for the pookster. 'Cause I know there's nothing I can say or do that's gonna make her heart stop aching.
I've just watched 2 weeks worth of General Hospital today, I'm pretty much Luke & Laura-ed out. There's shit on TV & I'm bored.
I had a great couple days off but tom'w it's back to the hellhole. I can't think about it too much otherwise I'll just drive myself crazy with dread.
Which all leads up to this....
Sundays by Lucinda Williams
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
Monday through Saturday I get by just fine
Every other day of the week I feel alright
But I don't know why
I don't know why
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
Sunday's supposed to be the day for kicking off your shoes
But how come that's the day I always get the blues
And I don't know why
I don't know why
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
Ever since you had to go I just carry on
But deep down inside I know there's something wrong
And I don't know why
I don't know why
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
