This Is A Low

Ah, the post-holiday depression...

After 9.5 days of visiting, "resting", loafing, drinkin' and generally doing whatever I want - stupid reality is like a stupid frying pan to the stupid face. Work - unghhhh. Unless you hate your family and/or really really really love your job (I don't know of any such people), I'll assume that you're all in the same boat as me, and that would be: sunken and tired eyes; having little to no motivation, and sometimes achieving anti-motivation; urge to kill fluctuating wildly depending on who you happen to be talking to, or the angle of the blinding sunlight streaming through your window, or the stupid song on your stupid-ass headphones; you find yourself contemplating physical violence against co-workers, while they may or may not be driving you to work and flicking randomly through the radio stations, or speaking loudly in the break room; lamenting both your recent lack of exercise and rampant over-eating; gassy; etc.

It's an annual tradition, and one I find very difficult to overcome this year. No combination of coffee and procrastination and staying up late seems to be helping. What I need is another long weekend... hello, Easter?