Lazy Sunday

Every Sunday, I hop on the bus to go eat a sandwich and get a cup of coffee whilst reading a book, usually something fun and upbeat.

Today, I'm pretty sure I missed the bus. So I opted instead to labor once again on my own breakfast, this time settling on the much harder to fuck up "scrambled eggs and tea". Success.

I'm sure there's something I should be doing, but for the life of me I don't know what that would be. I might go for a walk today, or just veg out on the couch and read.