It's Sunday! It's God's day!

To be able to:

* hit the snooze button, something you never do during the rest of the week.
* look at your alarm clock with one half-open eye
* decide that finally it's time to get out of bed. Half an hour after the alarm went off, that is.
* do a yawn-cum-stretch-cum-toe-touch that lasts a whole ten seconds.
* smack your lips, partly in anticipation of the day ahead, partly because you can't think of anything else to do then
* slowly amble along to the bathroom
* trip yourself over THRICE on the way. And yet, not fall over.
* make a Joey-eyed, "How you doin'?" look at yourself in the mirror, while you're brushing your teeth
* walk back to your room with a spring in your step, after having successfully made a pass at yourself. That too when you're not fully awake. [if only it were that easy with women :(]
* walk to the mess, bleary-eyed and with bad hair.
* encounter half a dozen similarly bleary-eyed faces. Which have bad hair, to boot.
* look disdainfully at the one nerd who shows up bathed and shaved and neat.
* wolf down the oiliest pooris you've ever seen. Even as the hypochondriac in you is screaming "Cholesterol! Stroke!! Heart disease!!!"
* read the editorials, special celebrity columns and funnies at your own leisure. From three different newspapers, no less.
* eagerly read your horoscope and predictions for the next week. Laugh it off the very next instant.
* watch (with a superior smirk) as the other guys fight over the sports section.
* walk back to your room and look, with loads of loathing, at the pile of laundry that needs to be done
* look with even more loathing at the portions for your test the next day.
* decide that laundry is the lesser evil after all. (and a muse of sorts, if the old posts are anything to go by)

To be able to do everything in that list within the generous time-frame of two and a half hours.

The simple joys of a sunday morning :)