So it's Sunday,
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this is me...
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and this is my pajamas..
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and as I said it's Sunday.

Usually on Sunday, I get up after lunchtime, I have breakfast, I drink a cup of milk and I lie on the couch.
Generally, at this time of Sunday is 3pm and I am still in pajamas.
So, I start thinking about all the things I could do instead of lying on the sofa.
Such as, to get dressed, put a t-shirt on and go out for a walk.
Obviously only after I'm out, I would realise that I am in Dublin and that the weather is not the best so I'd better wear a coat and a scarf instead of just a t-shirt.
I would go to a friend's house to watch the football match and drink a beer with him…but at the same time that I am thinking about this and other 1000 things it's 8 pm!!
Also this Sunday, I went by “I am still in my pajamas” to “ I am already in my pajamas” without doing anything.

Another Sunday is gone! Fu**!