You can never win with Sundays.

If you're home, by the time evening comes around, the words and pictures on your laptop screen all blur into one depressing tangle. Then, your parents mock you about having no social life. Then you watch the evening grow darker and all the thoughts about Mondays and the future that you've ignored all day come and dance around you.

If you step out, you have to battle the whole city to even get to some place. It's like hundreds of people and hundreds of cars collaborate to make as much noise as is possible. Then while you put up a brave front with the traffic, it begins to pour and before you know it, you're covered with dark rain water and muck. Somewhere along the evening, the folks call you and ask you to come back early and yell about how you're never home, just for good measure.

Once you do get home, you realise that the Sunday is over and the next Sunday seems really far away. Then you look forward to it anyway, even though this one was just about average.