Oct 22, 2003 22:39
Well, it's been a busy couple of weeks; busy mostly with work. Recently, I'm working 50-60 hours per week, 6-7 days a week. Not a lot of fun, but I squeeze in friends and relaxtion enough to stay sane.
Well tomorrow I go on my vacation. I have eight days off and I'm visiting various people in various places and putting 2,500 miles on my car. My first chance to get away from work since the end of May...
Yet, I'm sitting here in my apartment unpacked and depressed. And pretty darn depressed too, I mean, usually I can play some viedo games, read a book, talk to a friend, or just sleep and I'm fine. But tonight none of that gives me any solace.
I just feel restless. I feel hopeless. I feel rudderless. Maybe I just feel less.
Most likely I'm just suffering from pre-vacation dolldrums and everyting will be fine once I hit the open road... But still I wish I could kick this ickiness in the meantime.