I remember Sunday evenings as a kid, watching The Wonderful World of Disney, nestled in the black bean bag, wet Prell-scented hair, tumultuous colon, dreading bedtime and the morose descent into Monday. School was fine- (wait, was it actually?), it was the Sunday to Monday transition that killed me and it’s still with me now, a 7 day circadian mind fuck. My body feels it even if I am on vacation halfway across the world. When it’s a Sunday late afternoon, I’m probably having a drink and writing in my journal in some cafe or tiki hut about how weird it is that I am feeling the exact same way as if I was going into work the next day-basically ruining a Sunday halfway across the world. Does anyone else have this happen?
