2003-07-11 - 7:56 a.m.
Dear Sunday,
Why is it that when I look forward to you, for once, you take forever to get to me? Why is it that you make all the other days of the week take their damn time in passing by? Why do I dread you every week but this one and you are making me pay?
I hate you today.
Leslie
P.S. Don't skip Saturday tho, I need my She Spies.
