I think Sunday night is depressing because we all know that Monday is waiting…just hours away. The week starts over and our precious weekend has vanished again. Another pair of free days gone. In a way, it’s nice to have the repition of the seven day week, but then again it’s an almost sickening cyclical phenomenon. It’s so easy to feel like you’re spinning your wheels. The enemy is and always will be time.

“All my life’s a circle. Sunrise and sundown. The moon rolls thru the nighttime, till the daybreak comes around. All my life’s a circle, but I can’t tell you why. The season’s spinning round again, the years keep rolling by.”

Okay, today’s Super Bowl watching experience reminded me of why I hate watching most sports. Too much talk. too little action. I only find it mildly interesting just before someone is about to score…other than that, nuthin. On that note I think I will go to sleep. Night all.