Sunday should taste good.?? You wake up to chill.?? You reinvent laziness.?? You hug interwebs.?? But you always hug interwebs. Sometimes you?? wake with glitches in your dimension and then sunday stinks.?? You try to wash it down with optimism but it bubbles back like heartburn.?? You belch it.?? You try not to puke it.?? You hold it in and stumble to class.???? And slowly sunday begins to taste like friday.?? You pretend today is friday.?? Sometimes sunday does not exist.