I hate the last day off at the end of a holiday. I know I should be grateful that I have a job to go back to and just enjoy it but the thought of having to go back just makes me so miserable. Instead of enjoying it I lose all motivation to do anything and I end up doing nothing at all. Then towards the end of the day I beat myself up for wasting the day.
I know its going to happen I can feel it and I am poweless to resist
I should stop moaning and enjoy life
I know its going to happen I can feel it and I am poweless to resist
I should stop moaning and enjoy life
I had to work over the holidays so quit whining
I know the feeling. Over the holidays I slacked down on my writing and feel real bad about it now... Mostly because I have to meet a deadline.