Sundays make me feel sort of catatonic. Lay around knitting and watching the Jersey Shore and sort of half-thinking. The sort of thinking that results primarily in making jokes so things seem less important. I go back again and think of Laura's introduction for my writer's forum where she aptly called me "vulnerable." Maybe writers are intrinsically more vulnerable because displaying feelings to everyone is part of the description. It didn't occur to me that everyone can't do this.