
Feels like lull before the storm, its quite and uneventful. Something about Sunday evening that is so discomforting. And I can't put finger on what goes wrong but almost all the Sunday evenings are like this. Its almost like a sinusoidal wave with all the lows and highs.
But such a patterned way of living is bloody predictable and it irritates me (well, too many things irritate me, that's nothing new). There is something about predictability that kills the life out of life.
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