Feeling kinda low since yesterday, the last day of my long weekend. It was the thought of coming back to work after four days of chilling at home, thinking about nothing, being surrounded by people I care about the most. It didn’t help that yesterday was rainy as fuck. No matter what I did to cheer myself up — alternately reading American Gods and Punisher MAX: Kitchen Irish and watching Constantine, even going to the mall with my family — my mood stayed in the dumps. Slept early last night thinking a proper eight-hour sleep would do the trick. But this morning I woke up not feeling any better emotionally. My movement was sluggish. Prepping for work took longer than it used to. And then I had to face the inevitable: work.
Indeed. Some stuff you can’t avoid in life: death, taxes and gloomy Monday mornings.