Sundays schmundays.
What is it about internet connections that they insist upon failing at the most inopportune moments? Why oh why would he internet gods taunt me by killing my connection for several hours mere moments after I finally get my grubby hands on a much-coveted Google Wave invitation?
(Cheers, Bob.)
And while I am asking difficult questions:
What is it about sundays that makes me feel like crap? The sunday should be one of the best days of the week, it typically being work-free and all, but I cannot remember a sunday that did not end with me turning in early because of a splitting headache or some other physical ailment.
Pity me. Go on. I need it.
But look, I'm not alone in my misery - it's a cross looking cat in a box in front of a plant:
She's not camera shy, she's camera grumpy.
(Cheers, Bob.)
And while I am asking difficult questions:
What is it about sundays that makes me feel like crap? The sunday should be one of the best days of the week, it typically being work-free and all, but I cannot remember a sunday that did not end with me turning in early because of a splitting headache or some other physical ailment.
Pity me. Go on. I need it.
But look, I'm not alone in my misery - it's a cross looking cat in a box in front of a plant:
She's not camera shy, she's camera grumpy.
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I HATE SUNDAY.
I HAVE HATED SUNDAY SINCE I WAS FIVE YEARS OLD.
SCREW SUNDAY. OR, BETTER YET, SCREW ON SUNDAY.
THERE, NOW THE WHOLE THING IS SOLVED.
Makes you wonder - what happened when you were five?
As for screwing on sundays, well, no comment.
I was dragged into church for the first time. It was a traumatic experience. I've never gotten over it.
Was living in a foster home - bad enough - but then the female of the household invited the preacher to dinner. He came hungry, and got the best piece of chicken. She fawned. Odious woman.
I always get the best piece of chicken now, unless I give it to a guest(courtesy first). And my standing in the Atheist community is without blot.
Love,
Hagfish (offline)
Ps As to your rejoinder...hope you're taking my advice. Well Martin, it's better than brooding! Or having that classic headache.
Poor dear, of course I pity you...no, pity is distasteful. I empathize with you, and if I were your neighbor, and liked you well enough, I'd invite you to dinner, and you'd have the best piece of chicken. PLUS. the cat would get a bone-free chicken treat bag.
H.
That is the kindest thing that has been said to me in quite a while. Thank you kindly, on behalf om myself and Noodle (the camera grumpy cat).
As a fellow atheist, I can understand how that would scar your experience of sundays. I hope this particular sunday is treating you well, though.
I love chicken.
As Sunday's go, this is innocuous enough, but I did my stomach in yesterday, so I have the equivalent of your headache now.
I wish I had eaten chicken yesterday instead of an overdose of sunflower seeds.
If you've never done it...you have no idea...
To lessen the misery, I'm posting ancient photos at my photo blug. Reminds me of when I still had a life.
Please give my kind regards to Noodle, and mention I did an Asian bow of respect, since Americans think a thump on the back is an appropriate greeting. I would never thump any entity on the back unless it/they had swallowed a diamond.
I suspect you and Noodle would approve.
I hope you have some chicken to eat.
H.
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