A Sunday of one's own.

Magritte.

Sunday.

I wake up when my bio-clock tells me to, and it's still early around 8am. Then I'll get changed and go to the cinema. I have no need to worry about getting a ticket because it's easy for someone who's alone. There are always empty seats left between the occupied, ones that are left to waste until someone like me takes it.

It's not weird to go to the cinema alone - if you feel awkward it's because you're being too self-conscious. No one pays any attention and no one cares whether you're going with anyone at all. And it's pathetic if someone finds it embarrassing to be on her own, even in darkness. If you can't get along with yourself, you can hardly be a good companion for anyone else.

That's how I usually spend my Sunday morning. As for the afternoon, I'll write about it next week. I'm  literally exhausted now. Monday is too soon to be here.