02.02.03-10:39 p.m.>

Taken from one of my other journals....

Sunday Nights make me wanna gouge out my eyes or something else dramatic and showy and messy.

They're just so anticlimactic.

Its obvious what comes next.

Your two days of freedom have been spent or misspent and the inevitable move is to step back in line and jump feet first into rountine.

Its like some retarded line dance.

It's Electric ?!