Another day

So today was another day wasted in which I accomplished nothing at all. I did do some laundry and a little but of reading but over all it was really another wasted day. Today was nice out but I didn't feel bad about not doing anything today for no other reason than it's sunday. Sundays have always been an excuse to do nothing, for the most part for six out of seven days out the week you are doing something. Sunday is the day to rest, recharge before the cycle of your life beginnings again. If any one ask why I don't come out I just say "because it's sunday" and there is really nothing they can say to that.