Sundays are always the worst days of the week. You’ve just finished a few days where you don’t even have to worry about basically anything, and then when you put things off like I do, you end up having truckloads of work to do come midnight or so. I’ve pretty much been running around all day… I have to admit I went to my first pro football game today. Three of my roommates and I got tickets from a friend and went to see the Browns and Bengals duke it out downtown. I (of course) missed the first quarter after leaving my ticket in my car so had to trek all over the place to go get it, and got my fair share of heckling since I had on my Carson Palmer jersey. And for the record, no, I don’t just like Cincinnati because the quarterback has the same name as me, but it is a nice bonus. But the game was plenty of fun-it was a real nail biter that went into overtime-and I’m glad I went. After getting home and eating, I found myself at 7:00 wondering about my homework for the night. So I got it done relatively early–or so I thought. I remembered just a minute ago I have a small project due for an education class tomorrow. So I get to stay up late yet another Sunday doing work, yaaaay. Lucky thing, though, it’s not due until 6:15 since it’s a night class. But I better get cracking at it so I can spread my time out. One of these Sundays, though, I swear I’ll get everything done early so I can go to bed at a reasonable time… I just won’t be starting with this one.