Going by my present feeling and having gone through the past several weeks of my posts here and elsewhere it's getting to be a weekly occurrence that every Sunday night I flat out dread having to go back to work Monday morning.
Add to that the fact this week the only person I work with I'd actually deem a friend is away on holidays for the next 3 weeks now it makes me even less willing to go to work tomorrow than normal.
It's getting to be a serious problem. It's getting to the point where I can't get to sleep of a Sunday night because I know it means having to go to work when I wake up. Which is only making things worse, obviously, because it means I'm even more exhausted when I do go to work.
The only thing getting me through currently and keeping me from just curling up in the foetal position is knowing that the next several weekends should be brilliant fun. King Parrot in Brisbane next weekend, a mate's bucks party the next weekend (booze cruise and strippers awww yeah) and then The Used and Taking Back Sunday the following weekend.
Plus of course my own holiday further away, but considering that's still nearly 4 months away it barely even seems like a light at the end of the tunnel.