Sunday Morning

For some strange reason, Sunday is the day of the week that I dread most. I use to love Sundays, especially when I was little. Going to church, seeing my cousins, and then getting together with them afterwards. But now, all Sunday feels like is a reminder that Monday is coming and it's sad. Because now, I have the reminder that no matter what I do today, unless I get a call from an agent or publisher, I have to go to a place that makes hell look like Disney World and make just enough money to get me through another week. I have to mentally transform into a person I'm not and I have to stay that person for the next 5 days. It's disheartening.