The promise of tomorrow

So I have noticed that every week there is one day where my mind completely goes blank.  That day happens to be a Sunday.  I don't know why it's always this day, but the fact that it is a day where laziness and doing absolutely nothing (which is the essentially the same thing) but maybe laundry and homework are 100% promised.  Unless of course I have something to do that day, like seeing plays, which I was forced to do last semester for my Intro to Dramatic Arts class.  Yesterday, I had the promise of today, a day off from school thanks to Labor Day (someone really needs to explain to me what the significance of the day is.  I'm not complaining really, because I like having no class during the second week of school, but really, why does the world have to stop for a day?) so I wasted it with my suitemate.  What we actually did amounted to playing hours upon hours of mindless games on addictinggames.com (which, I have to say, is genius sometimes) and eating food.  What on earth would I blog about on a day like this?  How the ratio of fat to grease on the bacon was off at the dining hall downstairs?  I don't think so.  So if there happens to be a Sunday where there is no entry, just know you have the promise of tomorrow.  Let it slide.  They are just awful days.