That’s what Derek calls the emotions you feel when Christmas is over for another whole year. He suffers from it. Desmond does, too. Also Aislyn for possibly the first time last night. She was crying because there were no more presents to open.
I used to feel it when I was a kid, when the radio stations switched back from holiday to regular music Christmas night. I don’t know if I still do. Maybe a little. It’s hard for me to say right now. I’ve still got the Carpenters stuck in my head.
I know I’m not looking forward to the cleanup that must now take place.
I know I’m not looking forward to the scale. I’ve eaten like a hog these last several days.
There’s a picture of me in that lady’s report for the hearing? I don’t even want to say what I think of it. I don’t even recognize myself, anymore.
I can say I’m going to finally apply myself and do this, but we all know what happens when I say that. So I’m not going to say it. I’m just going to try my damndest to follow through.
I just had to stop and put on Spotify to try to get myself out of this funk. I guess I am experiencing the comedown. Or something.
One thing about work, it keeps you from thinking too much.