This morning I for some reason woke up at six fifty something in the morning with an intense fear that it was actually Monday, but then quickly I realized that it was not true, it was Sunday. A wave of relief overcame me and I fell back to sleep. This little moment really reminded about how wonderful Sundays are. Sunday doesn't expect anything from you, it's awesome. They don't make you get dressed, or go out. You don't need to hang out with anyone, but of course you can. You don't have to run errands, or work on special projects, you're allowed to watch hours of Gossip Girl on Netflix and Sunday won't judge you. What is great is that you can do whatever your heart desires on a Sunday, you can be lazy or full of energy. Friday expects you to party all night. Saturday expects you to get stuff done during the day, then go out again! But! Sunday expects nothing from you besides whatever it is you want, which can be nothing or everything.
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