having the best weekend and coming down from the best weekend is a real struggle for me. almost so much so that i’d rather have more dull weekends because when the highs are high, the lows become so low. you relish in the time spent and the people, then monday - or whatever the fucking day because they’re all honestly mondays - roll around and you mourn everything you just had. am i the only one that finds this crippling?
so we do yin on sundays, cele with the fam for dinner, and hug goodbye to stave off the scaries. itching to do it all over again.