ugh. the morning after, so to speak. i think on occasions where you have a really fantastic weekend, you should be entitled to invoke some sort of buffer day, or even half-day, for the purpose of slowly coming down from your weekend high, so that the drive to work at quarter past eight early the next morning doesn’t send you into a deep and murky funk, not unlike the one i’m sinking into right now.

it’s so dark and swampy too, so it might be hard to get out. if i could just go to sleep and let it pass.

the precise problem, too, is that i know full well if i were just not at work right now i’d be perfectly cheerful. and if i were in bed looking up at the clock, then thinking, “you know, i think i’ll just roll over and sleep for another hour or so . . .” i would be in bliss.