Sunday Bloody Sunday...

Its been a toughie .. this Sunday has . A full day to yourself is like this blank canvas that you may paint in whichever color you fancy.. i chose to leave my canvas blank ..for today that is .. No colors none at all .. not that i ran out of things to do ... there was LOTS and remains lots to do but when it came to actually doing it i just curled my toes in .. and held back. I must have yawned more than a thousand times, talked to myself all this while in all sorts of gibberish, missed that other half of me like i was missing a right arm . Am definitely missing a point somewhere.. maybe i have really become too soft too dependent on the easy comfortable life. Theres no backbone to whatever i'm saying or doing right now, i'm like this kid in a amusement part awaiting his turn at the joyride.. waiting for things to finally start happening ..question is am i letting the candy floss to melt and stick all over me while i wait ...have i stopped paying attention beyond an occasional absent minded lick ? which is really me ? the part that wants the ride and loves his candy floss? or the part thats thinking ahead to what a comparison to candy floss may lead to and what it "really means" ?