Good for nothing

Sundays are good for nothing. Really. They are the perfect day for doing absolutely nothing. Thus my annoyance at actually having to do something today, even though it was as simple as going to the mall to pick up some face powder and to the grocery store for food.

Sundays are supposed to be for lazing in the morning over coffee and cigs and reading the paper. For watching crap tv. For lying on the sofa with nothing better to do than channel surf. For surfing the web. For deep thoughts.

Wait, that last one crept in there without my approval.