Sundays are guilt days. Sunday is the day of the week where I thrash myself for not having gotten more done. It is the day I usually spend doing nothing and feeling consumed with guilt about it.
Sunday is like September, once a week. Friday night is like May, when everything seems possible.
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Like any good Recovering Catholic - you still feel the Sunday guilt one way or another. ;o) (I know, but I'm going to hell anyway)
Good point. Rather remarkable that I hadn't thought of it in those terms. hmmm--further evidence of a cult? Allow me to quote Great Big Sea:
"I could really use to lose my Catholic conscience. 'Cause I'm getting sick of feeling guilty all the time."
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