sunday is a big pussy. i defeated it after a passage of time at the local starbucks. it took an hour, but it was just…drudgery. there was a couple of couples of old people talking about africa in the table behind me. they began talking about sushi and i tried to make a comment, but they looked at me like i was insane.
i don’t have anything good to say otherwise. the puzzle gave up its treats like an easy chick on prom night.