useless sunday

My employer has such a talent for knowing when I actually go out on weekend nights by scheduling me for the wee hours of the morning the next day. Since I was out all night partying with British rock stars (okay, so maybe just waiting in a dark alleyway to meet them), I was in no mood to be at work on Sunday morning. Thankfully I didn't have to stay too long, and I spent the rest of my day lounging about and drinking delicious hot chocolate (with giant marshmallows to boot!).