sunday, bloody sunday.

Okay, okay. So, I've this stupid metaphor, simile, however I phrase it, stuck in my head for nearly a week. And, you lucky people who read it, I'm sorry. Haha. Just needed to get it down somewhere.

Sunday is a religious day, yes? Easter. Jesus died, was buried, and resurrected. While I don't know if I can consider myself a Christian anymore, I know the story (as most of you probably do, as well). In any case, I was sitting around considering this whole... saga, I suppose. And I realized that Sunday bears an entirely different sort of resurrection in my life. Sunday heralds the return of someone I hope to never see again. Only seems fitting that he, of all the "dead" in my life, would rise up from the metaphorical dead on a religious holiday. Oh, the irony. (I bet most of you have no idea what or who I am talking about. Sorry about that.)

This is one resurrection I'd rather never see.