The Sunday night after a great three-day weekend always makes me a little depressed. I'd like to be drinking wine and getting ready to see of Montreal for the fourth time in a week, but instead I have to go through emails for work tomorrow and do laundry and go grocery shopping and clean my apartment.
It doesn't help to waste three hours in the afternoon eating stale pita bread and having strange im conversations with the blinds closed.
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