What else is there to even do on Sundays?

They're only here once a week so we try and make the most of them. Some of us will make the most of the lie-in. Some will take advantage of the free time to enjoy a delicious meal or meet up with a friend we haven't seen in a while. Some, though, felt the real gift was a Saturday night that wasn't a school night. And you can bet your ass they're paying for it today. It goes a little something like this... _________________________________________________ Where am I? Where are all my things? What is on my face? Is that BLOOD? Nope. It's ketchup.  Who did I text?  Worse... who did I call? If I turn off my phone I won't know and I can ignore it. Does everyone hate me? I feel like everyone hates me. Food might fix me. Food might kill me. Worth a shot though. WRONG. SEND AN AMBULANCE. There's only one thing for it - a Netflix marathon. My couch still loves me. Text from unknown number. Dear God this can't be good. Well, it's friendly... so that's a good start. Flashback! Did I get the shift last night? I remember a dance-off but... I'll call the girls and we can compare notes. I have a pain in my face. From laughing. No one hates me. I know this, but it doesn't make The Fear any less real. Never again. Until next time.