28 October 2012
So every Sunday well almost every Sunday I wake up to nurse a hangover. Nearly every Sunday I wake up in a room nothing like mine. On the occasional Sunday I find I'm merely at a friends house sharing a bed and something in between. Nearly every Sunday I have already forgotten the night before. This Sunday I remember all. This Sunday three in a bed waking up hungover. This Sunday two of three will be doing the walk of shame. Thus Sunday I find my self without the hangover. This Sunday I woke in my bed. Thus Sunday I will be washing the sheets.
Blessed Sunday. • Opuss № I