Making a post related to the most depressing day of the year just gives me the excuse to stick this on it:
Really though, I haven’t noticed today being any more depressing than any other Monday of the year. I still got up this morning wishing that I could stay in bed. I still went to work with that grim, sick, feeling of dread in my stomach of what was in store for today. And I still came home feeling drained and relieved that it done with.
