Sunday night

Fuck you, Sunday night. Fuck you, Monday morning.
Highlight of my night: watching My Big Fat Greek Wedding with my roomate and him immitating the accents. Does anyone else realize how intensely unrealistic that movie is? He falls in love with her and proposes after a few weeks. Please. I DARE you to tell me she is less desperate than me!

Me: "I wish it could go from being tonight to tomorrow night."
Roomate in a Funk: "I wish it could go from tonight to Thursday night."
Me: "But I want to watch The Bachelor."
I would much rather watch blond bimbos make fools of themselves than do it myself.