Sunday

Today is one of those days I feel I should be doing something and nothing fits. I look around me, start a million little things, and it's all so... empty.

What is there with sundays? It's a null day. Void, suffocating. No matter what you do, it feels like time slips through your fingers. Like the world doesn't really wake up today.

Sunday is like being in an elevator with a neighbor you've seen twice - after he greets you and makes a comment about the weather, there's only an awckward feeling of displacement left.

Well, in my case it could be barely anyone in the elevator with me; the feeling would be the same. Most people are like sundays in the week of my life...