Sunday afternoons have always depressed me. I have memories of sitting in the living room after having had a bath, and watching Antiques Roadshow or Last of the Summer Wine or something as a kid, and them leaving me feeling empty because the next day I had school, another whole week... the weekend was gone. So I never could enjoy those shows as they just reminded me of monday.

In adult life the same feeling on sunday afternoons but with the inevitable march towards work on monday again, for another whole week... the weekend gone. When I was at the height of my depression/anxiety/stress, I couldn't even enjoy Friday nights, knowing that soon the weekend would be over and it'd be another week again... sad eh?

And now, even though I'm not working at the moment, sunday afternoons still leave me feeling down knowing that it's too late to go out anywhere or really do anything, and so to just surrender to the glum sunday evening and inevitable arrival of monday and the week, where Im on my own so often, and often not with much to do (please no suggestions of 'things you can do').

So yeah. Sundays suck :(