Week 13 of 2016: Tuesday, March 22

How can the weekend depression set in so soon?  It's not even the weekend yet.  It's pre-weekend.  I don't get it.  If I try to think about what's bothering me, it feels like it's going back to work on Sunday.  But that's days away.  How can my whole weekend be ruined by that.  If I imagine never going back... I feel some relief.  I think.  But I just feel terrible right now.  Terrible.  Can't concentrate on anything.  Can't plan anything.  I want these feelings to go away so damn bad.  I hate feeling.  Where is my life?  What do I have?  What would make me feel like I had more?  Go away stupid feelings.  Work doesn't even exist right now.  It's so far away.  Fuck it.  It doesn't exist.  All I have is here and now.  Four days of here and now.