Sometimes Sunday nights are the worst. How can this be a school night? Sunday has all the stuff Saturday has — the sleeping in, the day drinking, the forgetting you even have a boss — and then wham it has all the stuff Monday has: Oh man the whole week's ahead of
me.
It's worse than Monday. At least a few hours into Monday some of the week's already over. This is the whole ball of spaghetti ahead of me what happened?
I remember having this realization as a kid that around 2 in the afternoon every Sunday I'd get
this kind of deflated feeling, this idea that most of the weekend, and all the best parts, were behind me. This sense that it was all slipping away, coming to an end. It was like a weekly junior midlife crisis.
I was too young to have weekend homework but I could feel thoughts of school coming back. And I even kinda liked school.
So yeah, Sundays. The worst.
But not this Sunday! This is the Sunday of Thanksgiving week.
Now, not everybody feels great about Thanksgiving. It's a pretty damn problematic holiday, but whether you like it or hate it, it exists, and it turns the whole week into a
giant slack. Most schools have ended the charade of making students show up for the first two or three days, and even if you have to go to work, you'll be checked out before you clock in. Hell, you're probably checked out now why are you reading this get back to work.
Just kidding, keep reading.
Here's what I mean: This Sunday is a party night, and have I got the show for you!