i dread sunday evenings. i dread it every week. i dread it i dread it i dread it. i used to love Sundays since it's when my sister comes over for lunch with edmund jiefu, bringing little tim and josh, while we catch up over the meal and the 2 little ones bring out my maternalistic instincts instantly. i still love that bit.
but i dread the evenings so so so so bad. and its a progressive gradual feeling, from mid morning onwards or even earlier. the intensity gets worse by the minute. the saturation just gets thicker. it's awful.
i dont think i'll ever get used to it. i dont think we ever ever will. it just hurts really bad.
coatedwithcaramel; [21:27]