What with sunday?
I have no idea why, but I have always hated Sunday nights. I get morose, crotchety and moody, and man, just down. It was easy to deal with at home, because I would head home and see family. And I loved doing that. Not so easy from up here.
I don’t think it’s because I have to work tomorrow, and I know it troubles other people (my nanna, for one: maybe it’s hereditary). Anywho, it’s a bit of a quiet night, rainy and I’m just not loving it.
But you know what? I’m sick of feeling down, and grocking about being down. It’s boring, it’s repetitive and frankly, I hate being down. I’m an up person. I’m a half full guy. It’s been hard, but it’ll make me stronger (someday).
And there are lights on the horizon. September brings new hope, if I can battle through August (which I will). Game on.