The end of vacation depression is setting in. I don't think I'll ever have a job I enjoy enough to want to get up and go there on a daily basis. I fear I've relied a bit too much on Slippy's theory of retail therapy to ease my anguish over returning to work, so time to behave again.

The next bummer is when you realize things you feel are "big" appear to be insignificant to most of the people around you. The final bummer is having family and one friend (who should have been ON the vacation with you) to send a post card to - moreso to not have someone waiting for you to come home. Boo booo booo.