Lazy Part II

I have a feeling that today (Sunday) is going to be a lot like yesterday (Saturday), the only real difference being that today I'm wearing pants.

Sunday was always the crappiest day of the week for me growing up. First, I had to go to church, which is always boring. Plus, my parents made me dress up when we went, so I had to be bored and wear uncomfortable clothes. When we got home the real boredom started. Since we didn't have cable, and I hated football as a kid, there was nothing on TV. "Meet The Press" is not entertaining to an eight year old. Sometimes we'd get roped into a Sunday drive. Some of you have done this, I'm sure, though it's probably pretty uncommon nowadays. Basically, if you don't know, you were stuck in the car (in my case, the back of a 1964 Chevy) for a few hours while your parents drove around aimlessly. Through the town you already lived in. Seeing the same shit you've already seen a thousand times. And we wonder why the environment is in such bad shape. So, once that nonsense was over with, it would be back home to, well, either sit there staring into space, or worse, do the homework that was due the next day because, in addition to the day being crappy, there was school to look forward to the next day! The only upside was that my mom would usually make a pretty good dinner on Sunday, so that was nice. The rest of the day, however, just went on and on and on...