I loathe Sunday night, especially the space between time spent working on something and the time I finally give in and go to bed. The way it coolly puts an end to my ability to decide how to use my energy. The way it shows me again and again how much time I’ve wasted. The way it shines the light on the unfulfilled and further clarifies the impending start of the weekly routine.

Yeah, yeah, that’s the way it goes. Easy to forget sometimes that a lot could happen in the next moment. Let the end of this sentence be the end of my dwelling on these feelings of uneasiness.