rubberducky

For Sander:

"Oh, look at me! I'm making people happy!

I'm the Magical Man from Happy-Land,

in a gumdrop house on Lollipop Lane!

Oh, by the way, I was being sarcastic."

/Homer Simpson

I really used to hate Sundays. It's not that the weekend was the most amazing weekend ever or that I had something incredibly exciting waiting for me on Monday morning, it was just that "I have to sleep now"-thing that stressed me out. You know the feeling that it's getting too late too soon and you're not the least bit tired, but you know that if you don't go to sleep now you'll never get to sleep even though it's only 7:30pm, the sun is shining outside, children are playing with their balls in the middle of the street and you haven't even catched the evening news.
I don't really hate Sundays that much anymore, but right now I kinda have trouble sleeping. Again. For the past two hours I've been in my bed trying and nothing. Zero. And for some reason my brain just keeps working on complete overload. I just don't get it. It's not like there's anything to really process. It's not like I'm close to finding a cure for cancer or writing an epic novel or you know, being useful. I just lie there and feel stupid because I simply can't relax no matter how much I try. Maybe I just try too much. Although in my case I doubt that's really the problem - would be a first in that case.

"Well, duh."

/Marge Simpson