Today.
I’m going to be controversial here and say that Lazy Sunday’s… aren’t all that great. Doing nothing is boring. Lazy Sunday’s are only good if a) you’re not actually being lazy. You’re doing something or you’re out somewhere; the cinema, the pub, a gig, an event, anything. And b) you’re not alone. Being with someone else would indicate some sort of activity or at least interaction so again you’re not actually being lazy. You’re doing something. Activity technically disqualifies the term ‘lazy’ from your Sunday but you still refer to said day as a ‘lazy’ one because… you’re not at work. It’s a break from your normal routine. It’s… good. Or so I’ve been told.
A Lazy Sunday by definition* would involve no actively joyous pursuits whatsoever. I theorise that after a prolonged period of Lazy Sundays the brain will stagnate and DIE.
*la·zy
adj. la·zi·er, la·zi·est
1. Resistant to work or exertion; disposed to idleness.
2. Slow-moving; sluggish: a lazy river.
3. Conducive to idleness or indolence: a lazy summer day.
4. Depicted as reclining or lying on its side. Used of a brand on livestock.
I am so bored.
Disclaimer: All definitions and conclusions are my own. I’m not arguing with anyone, trying to prove a point and I definitely don’t need correcting. I’m just thinking thoughts and words are coming out.
Cakes are for eating. Sundays are for eating cakes. And being lazy with your boyfriend.
It’s good prep for another week of real life, until next weekend when you can live the dream again.
Source: xantheaold

Today I cleaned. I cleaned the kitchen. I cleaned out the fish. I cleaned my bedroom. I even cleaned under the bed. I scrubbed, I rinsed, I dusted and I did the hoovering. I filled a black bag with things I don’t need. I cleaned out my e-mail. I cleaned out the hard drive on my laptop.
And all that, will center you better than any fucking Yoga class.