Great song, and a classic. Perfectly captures the depressive, "wasted", hungover feeling after a long night of drinking.
Sunday morning means it should only take me about 30-40 minutes to get to work..."rollseyes" two more weeks, two more weeks, two more weeks.....
Well, my Sunday morning is off to a disastrous start: after cooking some perfect sunny side up eggs (I'm a master at cooking eggs by the way) I broke the yolk while transferring them from my pan to my plate. #firstworldproblems
Yay! All bearable now! Only 1/3 a bottle of tequila a day now until you've past the test of course :sifone:
yeah, i've also had the no doubt song stuck in my head since i saw this thread title earlier today. sunday morning means laundry and a phone call with mom for me. and unfortunately, more often than not a hangover.