I spent the day cleaning my apartment and cooking meals for the week. So boring. Why can't I spend a luxurious Sunday sleeping in, eating a late brunch, reading the paper, and lazing around with my super sexy boyfriend?

1) I don't have a super sexy boyfriend (where are you?).
2) I have a compulsive cleanliness problem.
3) The newspaper scares me (the front page especially).
4) The brunch hour confuses me (isn't the whole day brunch?).

It's still a dream worth having.

Just for today, I accept that my Sunday was boring.