Sunday bloody sunday

I know it seems like I'm whining all day long, but I can't help myself. I'm pretty sad at the moment. Not only does the weekend seem even more hard than I expected, without E., but now also my parents have cancelled their visit tomorrow, meaning I've got nothing to do on Sunday.

For the past half year I've spend the Sunday with E., and, in the event of me going to Breda, riding the train home late in the afternoon. I don't know what to do with a Sunday without those two things.

I've send E. a e-mail card but he's not responding. Well actually, he hasn't read it yet, because I haven't recieved a delivery confirmation yet. I'm wondering if he's just not at his computer, or that he just deleted the message without reading it at all.