It's Sunday evening. The scaries are sinking in, and hard. We're starting to feel that very specific agony that many folks feel at the start of the workweek. It's incredibly palpable. While Sunday is still technically a day of rest, it's also a day of dread. It can often serve as a reminder of how we are completely beholden to this mentally taxing and nearly automated schedule by capitalism and forced to greedily enjoy fun whenever we can get it. Which for some people means two days a week, and…