Sundays tend to give me headaches.

I can't explain it. It really makes no sense. I generally enjoy Sundays. True, there's the dishes and the laundry I never got around to doing during the past week. And I have a habit of leaving the kitty litter until it gets...pungent. But mostly I just sleep in, take a hot bath, watch a movie, play some games, read a book and eat.

Which begs the question...why the headaches?

I think it's perhaps because Sunday is really the only day I get to do stuff. You know, the kind of stuff normal people do. Except all crammed into one day. I'm an over-achiever in terms of relaxing. I feel like I have to get around to all those peaceful, relaxing, enjoyable activities in the course of one afternoon, and in the process, I wear myself out.

It'd be funny if it wasn't so depressing.  ¶ 17:13