DAY 125: Beyond Depressed: The Best Weekend Of My Life Comes To An End.

Today we left Mary Land:

Now that I’m home I feel beyond depressed. I can’t tell if it’s the party withdrawal or the kitsch withdrawal that’s bringing me down. In all honesty, I think it’s the latter.

As soon as I got home I downloaded The Greatest Hits of Melanie in an attempt to relive the magic I experienced this weekend:

I’ve listened to it all evening, but it’s yet to rekindle any flames.

I seriously feel like I just went through a really bad breakup and I’m totally the injured party who didn’t want the relationship to end.

Right now, I desperately need to find a reason to go on. I should probably just throw myself into my “Top Secret February Project,” but I’m starting to get cold feet. The thought of going back to work tomorrow makes me want to take my own life. And on top off all that, I have to disassemble my busted up IKEA dresser and somehow find a box big enough to fit the bitch in by Wednesday.

But no matter how bad I feel right now, I just have to keep reminding myself: At least there’s not a hole in my ceiling from water damage, like the one that Jeffrey found in his room when we came home today:

I never thought these words would come out of my mouth, but I’d rather be in Pennsylvania right now.