Monday Eve

It’s dark. That much is good. As for the rest of this Sunday it goes down as another dull one. What kind of a person does it make me if I can’t have a day off without worrying about it? What have I become?

But it's Monday tomorrow. I have an interview to write. I should have done it today, and made it easier for myself tomorrow, but I figured 'day off - I should take that advice'. So, I did nothing, ate badly and watched the clock. I also played a play money tournament on PokerStars. Play money. Real money seems bad somehow. Four hours I played. Cripes. Where the hell is monday?

The Poles are back out next door, talking into the night. No monsters on their side of the fence.
And no fear about Sunday. What's the secret?