Shower, eat, complain to my parents, try and see if I can go to the movies today even though I highly doubt it will happen, avoid my brother at all costs, find my phone charger, eat again, tell my parents I need a spiral notebook in order to start my summer work, beg my parents to get doughnuts, etc...
Normal Sunday stuff.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Cheat your landlord if you can and must, but do not try to shortchange the Muse. It cannot be done. You can’t fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. — William S. Burroughs
