story of my weekend

This was pretty much my Sunday. Actually this was exactly my Sunday.

Saturday was splendid (Splendid. Do people use the world splendid anymore? Doesn't it make you think of Splenda? Was that the point behind Splenda's marketing scheme? Because if it was it certainly worked on me. I digress..) so Sunday paled so much in comparison it was paler then.. Um.. Something very pale. I can't think of anything right now but oh you know.

Clearly the nothingness of my Sunday has turned my brain to apple flavored mush.