Sundays are always ridiculous in some way or another

And today it was ridiculous in a bad way.
Except I've felt like this for so long now I don't even know why I bother writing about myself. It should just be assumed now.
I just feel too unmotivated and miserable about nothing to do anything BUT HEY WHATEVER SEEING CAITLIN TOMORROW SO YAY OKAY HAPPY N' STUFF

There is an amazing-smelling cake in the kitchen and I have no idea what it has in it but it smells motherfuckin' good. I want to eat it but what if a half-dead baby jumps out at me or something idk