When Sunday Started Working

How sad, I say, that God’s day of rest is no longer ours. hmph! On a pleasant Sunday morning, when I ought to be snuggled in bed dreaming of being devoured by tigers, and looking forward to a nice breakfast of cheese toast and coffee; maybe poha and coffee also, and then a sumptuous sit down lunch, and an afternoon of napping, and an evening of watching television, and then a late night on the internet coz Monday is a holiday as well, all I get is a computer screen, wooden jewelry boxes and some manisha koirala ‘tanhaiyan, angrayiyan’ type song. Grrrrrrrr. I want out.

I want my sunshine, and long empty roads, and the wind in my hair, and the sand at my feet, and a tall glass of cold coffee with crushed ice and a sun hat and a good book. Right so I’m not getting those. But I could still want. No? yes? Whatever.

Haan, so where was I? oh yes, when Sunday starting Working. That’s obviously a lot of rubbish, coz the essence of a Sunday is that it doesn’t work. The day when the world comes to a standstill. So why do these people bother messing with ordained fate anyways. What a waste of time. You’d think I’d be working now that I’m at work; but no, I’m blogging. Well, what else could I be possibly doing; it’s a Sunday.