I Hate the Day Before the Work Week Begins (which is usually Sunday)

No matter what I do, or don't do, the days always manages to feel like it's dragging on and going by too fast at the same time. 

Most the time, I like to meal prep for the work week. And even though I've got it down to a routine that should only take up about ninety minutes of my time total (not all at once), I still end up spending three hours-plus on getting foods ready, cooked, and packaged. I've tried multiple methods for doing everything and every method seems to equal about the same amount of time. 

Then there's laundry for the week. Which I usually try to do earlier in the weekend. But it seems there's always one last load to do and it takes extra long to dry compared to normal loads. There's also other cleaning around the house to do. And while I also try to do house cleaning continually throughout the week, there's something about Sundays (or whatever day is preceding the work week) that has me finding seemingly hidden messes that need to be taken care. (Right now, it's piles of dog hair as Hamlet seems to be shedding his summer coat already).

Lastly, there's just the existential dread of doing a nine-to-five that has begun to feel quite pointless. I know in my drinking days it felt pointless, but that was largely due to hangovers and being at work getting in the way of my continued drinking. Then I got sober and it wasn't so bad. But these days, it's back to feeling pointless. And that makes wearing the uniform pretty hard to do. Especially since I hate shaving so much. 

But oh well. I haven't really made much in the way of life decisions that has really helped me out to have options. Tomorrow I have to go in to work early. Really early. Like on day shift. Which means I'm likely to get very little sleep and have one very long day. But on the plus side, with all the rain in the forecast, I might just get home tomorrow and have one of those magical twelve-hour sleeps after work.

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