Back to Reality

A nice vacation.  A way to relieve yourself from the stresses of work.  A way to forget about what the phrase "work ethic" means, and what anyone would do with such a thing.  A way to remind yourself why you can't stand trying to set up an orgy at the zoo with your flaky friends.  And, a way to thoroughly depress yourself when you have to go back to ghost writing that blog for work. "OooooohhooOooooOOOOoooo" is a good day and a half of writing for a job like that.

You spend all of the night before your last night of vacation thinking about how tomorrow is your last night of fun, and the day after that you'll have to get back to facing reality.  This puts you into a state which psychiatrists refer to as, "A shitty mood, with a bad attitude."  The only way to cope is to drink a lot, and talk to your friends about how you really don't want to deal with the day after tomorrow.  It doesn't make you feel any better, but man has yet to invent any other solution.((NaCl dissolved in water, poured in the eyes was hypothesized to be superior, but the data remains unclear.))

Then, right at the last minute you get a tiny bit excited about the possibilities of the future.  You're going to hit the ground running and really make a difference.  You're not just going to be a ghost writer, you're going to be a spirit novelist!  Brimming with excitement you think of how great it's going to be and write down all of your plans and thoughts.  You then pass out contentedly.

Wake up the next morning, realize you have to snap back to reality tomorrow, and throw out all your ideas, because they interfere too much with your moping.  Work begins again.

Then, before you know it, you can't wait until your next vacation.