Yeah Sunday, you sexy minx.

During the week I try and limit my emotional output on this blog because you all find it boring and don't pity me in the way I would hope. You'd all rather see something about how Instagram has made some changes or how Facebook has just sold your morality in order to pay for another online app that no-one has ever heard of.
But today, for the next 15 minutes at the time of writing, it is not the week. It is a Sunday.
To commemorate this fabulous moment I'm going to tell you how this time on a Sunday used to make me feel:

RUBBISH. LIKE KILLING A BOX OF KITTENS. LIKE RIPPING MY HEAD OFF AND STAMPING ON IT WITH MY WILDLY FLAILING FEET. SHUT UP SUNDAY, YOU SLEEP AROUND AND THEN ACT LIKE I'M THE ONLY ONE BUT I KNOW THAT AIN'T HOW IT IS 'COS I SEE YOUR FACEBOOK PHOTOS, BITCH.

The reason for this was simple: I really didn't enjoy Mondays. Mondays meant the start of another week doing what I didn't want to be doing, the start of another 5 days in which I'd be away from my friends and the comfort of my own four walls. They meant more pretending, more putting on a face, more slowly dying inside.

No-one wants to die inside.

Now, however, Mondays feel different. Mondays are the start of me doing more of what I want to do. Mondays are exciting, they're full of possibilities, they're whatever I decide they're going to be. Mondays are an adventure. Because of this I enjoy this moment of Sunday evening a lot more.

YEAH SUNDAY NIGHT. I KNOW YOU LIKE ME BABY, I SEE YOU LOOKIN'. YOU WANNA DRINK OR SHALL WE JUST GO BACK TO MINE? I PROBABLY WON'T CALL YOU TOMORROW BUT THIS TIME NEXT WEEK, HELL YEAH!

It's better for it to be like this, it's a lot less terrifying, I sleep a lot easier.