Had one of those Sundays where I never left the apartment and never spoke to another human being. Most Sunday mornings I go out book shopping, but I'd already blown the entertainment budget for the week on Saturday so there wasn't much point. So I read and I watched DVDs and tried to write but failed. I did some studying and some internet surfing and I paced a lot. Restless at fall as always. I could have called someone. Could have rustled up something to do. But I wasn't feeling overly sociable, so I just stayed put.