sunday used to be my favourite day of the week, when i was a full-time student and woke to each sunday without a hangover or the thought of work the next day hanging over me. everything is funnier on sundays, my friends and i used to say. usually there was a good story to tell from the night before, and people crashing on the couch to relive it with.
now i still usually spend sundays sans hangover, though these days that’s more often a result of no social life than youthful metabolism. nonetheless, i remain a big fan of sundays.
sundays are for relaxing and doing what you want, with no expectations for a crazy-good time, which makes any arising activity infinitely more pleasurable. and i don’t even mind mondays – though i freaking hate tuesdays – because once you start the working week it can only get shorter (though reality kind of kicks in when my alarm wakes me tuesday morning, hence my loathing).
these pictures from life on sundays are just kind of awesome, says me. perfect faded colours like the blurry memories from the night before.