What is it with Sundays.

Why do I feel like sitting by the computer all night doing a great amount of nothing when I know I have a great amount of important tasks waiting for me tomorrow. Why do I feel like watching a whole anime series when usually I just feel like watching maybe one or two episodes. Why do I feel like trying out twenty new games that I didn't even find entertaining earlier. Why do I start building a new city in Sim City 3000 only to momentarily throw it away because I really don't feel like working with all those power lines and other boring necessities of a functional modern enterprise, only to once again start building a new city a few minutes later with the motivation that "maybe it'll be fun this time". Why do I start playing a new FPS game only to discover that I can't get past the first level, then read a long walkthrough on the game, and still stop playing it before finishing the level I now know how to finish. Why do I browse through galleries of images. Why do I watch videos on YouTube. Why do I move over all files from my "albums" folder to my "lyrics folder" only to discover that all the files I moved already existed as duplicates with different filenames. Why do I do what I do without doing what I should be doing. Does this make any sense? Am I making any sense? Is there any sense in making sense when I'm blogging because it seems like the only method of justifying my otherwise needless actions?

I would say Amen, if I didn't not say so. Why? Goodnight.