Sundays are boring. Period.
I thought that was only the case when I was at college but turns out, even at home I feel pretty bored. I'm just lazy and I haven't done a single thing since morning and I couldn't feel any more lethargic. I do the same when I'm at Pune though (its where my college is) but its probably worse.
Out here at home, my mom is who keeps me in line. She'll wake up on a proper time and ask me to eat my meals properly. At Pune, there's no one so I'll probably be asleep till noon and eat whatever the hell I want and go out looking like a complete hippie. And even then, there's nobody who says a word to me.
Ah! I miss living outside of home.