Sunday Night Blues...
This is one thing that I truly didn't miss when writing full-time, the Sunday Night Blues. That knot in your stomach that starts at about 4 pm and continues to grow as the night wears on. You think that you shouldn't waste the last few hours of your weekend, then you spend the next few hours trying to figure out what you should do and end up doing nothing at all. Then it's time to climb into bed and you spend the next hour thinking of all the BS you'll have to deal with the next day... the next five days. By then the knot in your stomach is the size of a basketball and by Monday morning you have barely slept.
Your alarm goes off and you find yourself doing that "can I call in sick" debate. When did I call in last? What do I have to do and will it wait a day? What if I go in today and call in tomorrow? Because you know there is no way in hell you're going to make it through five whole days until the next time you can sleep in. You finally decide that you need to go in, so you stand in the shower for a while, then race to get dressed and head out the door to get to work, still tired, and you struggle through your day slamming back as much caffeine that you can get your hands.
For eight months I was able to get away from the Sunday Night Blues. Eight months it didn't matter what day of the week it was except for Wednesday to get comics... now it's back to the blues. I swear once you get the taste of true freedom... you can't really go back.
Now I'm going to go off to bed, I have a basketball sized knot in my stomach and I have to plan out my morning debate and caffeine run.
This is one thing that I truly didn't miss when writing full-time, the Sunday Night Blues. That knot in your stomach that starts at about 4 pm and continues to grow as the night wears on. You think that you shouldn't waste the last few hours of your weekend, then you spend the next few hours trying to figure out what you should do and end up doing nothing at all. Then it's time to climb into bed and you spend the next hour thinking of all the BS you'll have to deal with the next day... the next five days. By then the knot in your stomach is the size of a basketball and by Monday morning you have barely slept.
Your alarm goes off and you find yourself doing that "can I call in sick" debate. When did I call in last? What do I have to do and will it wait a day? What if I go in today and call in tomorrow? Because you know there is no way in hell you're going to make it through five whole days until the next time you can sleep in. You finally decide that you need to go in, so you stand in the shower for a while, then race to get dressed and head out the door to get to work, still tired, and you struggle through your day slamming back as much caffeine that you can get your hands.
For eight months I was able to get away from the Sunday Night Blues. Eight months it didn't matter what day of the week it was except for Wednesday to get comics... now it's back to the blues. I swear once you get the taste of true freedom... you can't really go back.
Now I'm going to go off to bed, I have a basketball sized knot in my stomach and I have to plan out my morning debate and caffeine run.
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