And Sunday, Not as Good as Saturday...

Now that Saturday is over, it's time for Sunday. Personally, I immensly dislike Sundays. They have the day off quality of a Saturday, but they also have the impending doom of the next day, which is a Monday. Not cool.
At least yesterday was okay. Amanda came over, like I said. We went out to a few places and got lunch. I've realized that I'm probably the only girl in the world who practically hyperventilates at the record store because she can't decide which Beatles album to buy. I had to tell myself that I'll probably end up buying all of them eventually anyway, so why does it matter? After that, we went to eat at Winstead's. It's one of my favorite restaurants, partly because the food is awesome, and also because it's 50s styled. I love all things 50's and 60's. I got a chocolate malt. I practically sucked my eyeballs into my head trying to get some throught the straw that first time. It's pretty difficult.
And now, to sit and eat Sour Patch Kids.