I agree with Claire. Sundays are bizarre, they are like a weekly glimpse into another dimension, where time is perceived very differently. The afternoon sunlight is extra golden and the hours between 1:00pm and 8:00pm seem to drag on. Sunday is the only day of the week you can *feel* the sun setting. I felt it yesterday. I was sitting at the table with my mom doing my taxes and I looked out the window, for a long moment I felt the world slow to a crawl. Nothing seemed to move, no one spoke. There was only breathing, slow silent air.
“There’s just something about Sunday night that makes you want to kill yourself…and that creepy “60 Minutes” clock that sounds like your whole life ticking away.” (Anybody who knows what that is from gets a prize : )