2001-08-27 - 11:24 a.m.

You know, sometimes there are all kinds of little things that bug me about Sundays. Especially when I'm stuck in a town where I don't know anyone and I don't have anything to do. The cable splitter in my room doesn't work right, so I have to choose either television or Internet, not both, because while the signal to the television is strong enough to watch it clearly, the signal to the modem isn't any more. So, like I did yesterday, I sit in my room on my bed with my laptop, eating Cooler Ranch Doritos and sitting in Diaryland chat than is healthy for anyone. I check my buddy list over and over again to see if anyone has updated, but just like me, almost no one writes in their diary on Sunday, because so many of them are doing the same or almost the same thing as me on Sunday, so they have nothing worthwhile to say.

The most productive thing I did yesterday was to finally finish my new layout, complete with a surprise hidden in the pinky for those of you who miss a certain part of my old meaty layout. There'll probably be a few tweaks here and there as the week progresses, a link to my pictures page, another to my currently defunct Moviecritic site, but for the most part, it's done. I'd like to be able to do a few more things with it, but I'm not even sure those things are possible to do with html. So, for the most part, I'm done. And that seemed like basically all I did yesterday.

But you know? Today, I wake up, and something hit me fairly soon about what's great about Sundays. The little things happening all over, even possibly to you, that sometimes get lost in the monotony of the rest of the day. I remembered as I woke up from a really strange dream where I was Dexter from Dexter's Laboratory, and I had invented a special serum to make me really strong and able to fly, only to find out the strong part failed, and I was beaten up trying to be all superhero-y, various reasons why Sundays can be so great.

As I woke up, the static from my antenna-less stereo alarm on full blast shaking me out of my dream, I started to go over the day before. Partially to remember why the *hell* I was getting up at 9:30 in the morning when I didn't have to be to work until 1 in the afternoon, and partially to remember if there was anything redeeming about the day at all.

Then I remembered all the time I spent yesterday trying to help a friend who I truly want to help, and I hope that by showing her how much I do, maybe that will do something for her. I hope so. And if anything, that makes the whole day of sitting online worth it.

And then, as I went to my buddy list, not expecting to see anything, I saw another reason why I like Sundays. I came across a diary entry that made me feel all tinglygood inside. It's the kind of thing I look for in my everyday life when doing, well, whatever it is I do in my day. So go here and read essej's proof that even Sundays can have a little bit of magic if you look hard enough.

Go! Read! It's better than anything I can write on a Monday morning on an empty stomach. Hell, it's better than anything I can write most days.