So it's Sunday night here and I'm suffering from another case of Sunday night blues and all because of going back to work tomorrow. What's even weird is that I don't even hate the job, I'm fact I actually enjoy it. What I hate is the getting there. Waking up in the middle of a beautiful dream to that awful iPhone alarm, dragging myself to the bathroom, the cold rainy miserable morning, getting prepared, another crowded bus journey etc.
By the time I'm actually in the office, get my coffee and start work, I'm suddenly in a good mood again but that whole event before that time is extremely depressing and I still haven't got over it yet.
By the time I'm actually in the office, get my coffee and start work, I'm suddenly in a good mood again but that whole event before that time is extremely depressing and I still haven't got over it yet.