Single and Lonely: Coping with Sunday Nights

Friday and Saturday night are just a blur in the rear view mirror of life. You played hard all weekend like the doctor gave you only 48 hours to live. You closed down the club, met all the ladies, went to all-night parties, maybe even got lucky, maybe said something stupid, maybe got in a fight, maybe sat in the corner on your thumb watching girls go by. Guess what, the doctor works on Sunday, he’s back in the office, and he just gave you another 120 hours to live until next Friday. You got a lot of time on your hands to think about things. Sucks to be you. 

Woah. You smoked your mind the last two nights. Now you’ve got no sleep, no cigarrettes, no money, no honey, and all of the sudden now it’s not so funny. And worst of all, the alcohol has upset your chemical balances and made you all emotional. In a matter of minutes, you can go from whimsical ninny to that depressed bouncing Zoloft ball that chases the butterfly. 

Sunday is lonely, whether you are a redneck, a thug, a preppie, a churchy, or a motorhead. It does not matter if you were two-steppin’, chillin’, jammin’, prayin’, or headbangin’ – Sunday has got you in its lonely daze.