Dusting My Brain: Today is Sunday, Isn't It?

January 2, 2005

Today is Sunday, Isn't It?

There's something really disturbing about waking up to Whitney Houston singing "I get so emotional baby, everytime I think of you..." playing on the radio alarm clock coupled with the hum and whir of garbage trucks outside my window. This combo platter of disruption (especially after my peaceful, nighttime cold medicine-induced sleep) should really take place any day but Sunday.

Cindy

Comments

I hate it when she does that -- bitch gets up at the crack of dawn and sings that same tired song, over and over and over -- then she starts in with the Bloody Marys, gets to crying and calls Bobby. Next thing I know she's flying in some guy named Easy Money, and hoovering up lines on my kitchen table.

She does the same thing when she's here.

Brain matter deposited by: Al on January 3, 2005 4:43 PM

I believe alarm clocks are illegal on Sundays. You might want to look that up.

Brain matter deposited by: Kat on January 4, 2005 2:02 PM