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Sunday Is My Bedfellow

Sunday breeds laziness.

That’s what I love about Sundays. That for some unspoken reason you can sit on your butt all day long and watch “the classic films” on TBS, which these days are not the old-classics like Citizen Kane and Sunset Boulevard and Birth of a Nation but The Breakfast Club, Rain Man and Toys.

I’d like to meet the people in TBS’s advertising and marketing departments.

But no matter what’s on TV, Sundays allow me the unspoken ability to sit on my butt (as previously referenced in paragraph one), eat crap I’d never think of eating during the week, wear a baseball cap, play video games, sit on my butt a little more (as referenced in the first paragraph and this paragraph in the first sentence), do a little writing and think of additional ways I can spend money on things I don’t have the money for.

What exactly gave me the right to do such things on a Sunday, I have no idea — but I’m sticking to it and you can’t stop me.

In other news, I am currently on the look out for someone who works at Pottery Barn. Why? Big secret. But if you work there, or know someone who works there or have met anyone who works there and they seem normal, happy and well-adjusted — please let me know!

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