Very frequently.
I've always hated Sundays.
I'm a sore to be around, even for myself on Sundays.
I've always affiliated Sundays with depressing thoughts of "going back to my mother's house and going to school the next day" after visiting with my dad. I'd just lose energy and get short tempered. I focus on and get down on things about my life I don't like.
I feel like those emotions have stuck with me.
It's like my Sunday cave.