sunday

this week, sunday came in a four pack. for a person that no-family sundays feel in between guliver and that guy from saw (the first one) who's tied in chains and and has a saw to cut his leg to scape, it can be hard to breath normally and not have cylothymic ups and downs wondering where life is (or not) leading you.
for better and worst, social networking is here:
yesterday (the actual sunday), after uncomunication-mom didn't pick up the phone and i had to cancel my visit, i received a pushing forward invite from a guy on a yellow tank top with to meet up. i, of course, took it. lunch, talking, walking, las acacias, sex, dinner and rain made a quick, satisfying and joyful switch from pm to am.
he was into travelling, aerosmith and being charming as much as fish are into water. he won me over.
you would think that routine breakers would untie me. however, when there's no activities to come back to,  sundays tend to extend forever.