when we were traveling i joked that even on vacation - where the concept of 'weekdays' and 'weekends' has no meaning - i knew when it was sunday. the overcast haze of existential despair would settle itself atop my head; predicatable, like clockwork.
sunday, sunday, sunday. netflix haze. hangovers stretching until sundown. it's the day with the most online dating activity. but also: sundays in bed. brunch. friends. connection. i type in 'why do sundays...' and google answers with 'make me sad'.