Sunday afternoons are kind of like Chinese water torture. The time just keeps dripping by as you sit around doing nothing, knowing that you are ever-approaching the week ahead, amirite?

Except when you have all afternoon to finish up work you need to do, and you begin immediately thinking 8 hours is enough time and by 5 o'clock you're suddenly panicking because it seems it will never end and there appears to be more work developing out of thin air and your just so friggin tired of doing menial work!

I'm afraid of this coming Sunday now...