Monday morning. My mood can best be expressed as follows…
uuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuurrrrrrr
Despite taking Friday afternoon off, and doing nothing all weekend I feel like I want to crawl back into bed and sleep for several years. Obviously the depression flaring up again. Bah.
Monday morning crappy. The most insidious illness on the planet.
Monday morning crappy is “I want to go back to bed”.
I feel like I want to curl up in a ball in the corner and be sedated into unconsciousness for a few months.
I hear ya. That’s all I wanted to do this morning.