Segway

Sunday is both a blessing and a curse. If you're anything like me, you treasure weekends for the freedom of sleeping in until lunch. How I long for the chance in the middle of the week to sleep until my back aches and I have fitful nightmarish brief dreams in which i'm either being eaten by something much larger and with bigger teeth than me or in which I do something so ridiculous that I thank myself I didn't really do. Like yesterday, when I woke up gasping thinking I had lost my ipod (again). But then comes the dreaded sunday evening/early monday morning where the thought that I have to be up in 4 hours is making it even more impossible to relax long enough to pass out.

Do you ever feel like everyone else is doing so much more on a daily basis and are having way more fun than you are?

"So what did you do this weekend?"

"We went to (state town here), got drunk, went to a rave, took some E, made out with two girls at the same time and didn't go to bed till 9am"

Like what the hell?

"Oh not much...hiked through some mountains, stayed overnight in an igloo, wrote an award winning opera and learned three african dialects from our guide"

"What about you Phil?"

"Well...euh...I read a bit...made some food. Passed gas"



How hard must it have to not point out the irony, or, "that's what I was going for dumbass"

http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/26032006/2/world-gunman-opens-fire-rave-party-killing-seven-injuring.html