quiet sundays.
13 Dec 2010
Sometimes the best Sundays are the ones where you do next to nothing, stay curled up in bed for most of the day with a laptop full of TV shows to catch up on. And then you lazily roll out of bed to make yourself a fried egg sandwich, and later prepare a large pot of gnocchetti sardi with all’amatriciana sauce — lunch for the upcoming workweek. But mostly it’s rainy out, and while you stare at the pile next to your bed of recent issues of the New York Review of Books to get through, all you really end up doing involves eating and watching waaaay too many episodes of terrible TV crime procedurals. And it’s just sort of perfect.
[Photo: My living room, September 2008, Polaroid Land Camera 340]
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hong-an tran 
That’s exactly what my day was like. Except movies, not TV.
this really does sound like the perfect sunday. i’m dreaming of a fried egg sandwich right now.
everything about yesterday was pretty much perfect except for that moment around 11pm when i found myself debating whether to get a hulu plus account, so that i could continue watching the aforementioned terrible crime procedurals. there may have been an embarrassing epiphany/intervention right about then.