Take your Sundays back

Yesterday I went thrift shopping and called my gf and ate a baguette in the park while reading a book. Then I rode my e-scooter and then my mom called me and we spoke for a bit.

What's the point of this? Well, it was a fucking great day, and I didn't think about the Jets at all. The point is you don't have to suffer if you don't want to. Choose you the next bunch of Sundays. 😎