The Haunted Houses of Our Lives

Which exact time and day of the week do you hate the most? I'd say Sunday afternoon. The sunset on a Sunday always reminds me of the long and hard week ahead. It just always hits me that the next day (Monday), I would have to work all day long and after barely surviving, I would notice that I have four more days until the next weekend. It's like the feeling you get when you are staring at the door of a haunted house before actually entering it. The feeling of not wanting to go in but at the same time, feeling kind of curious to know what's inside it. But, once you get in, you always want to get back out. I mean, what a joy we all get when we arrive to the exit of a haunted house (Friday). All the haunted houses are different in some kind of way: Some are more crooked than others, some have different colors, some have different shapes, and some are spookier than others. But, we all have to go through each of them at least once in our lifetime. Anyways, so here I am, on a Sunday, staring out the window, looking at the sun disappear in the horizon... Oh great.