Back and not in the mood for conversation

At least my cats won’t ask me stupid questions about how my vacation was.

That is what I dread about returning to work tomorrow. I never ever like talking about my vacations to my coworkers. If I cared that much about them, I wouldn’t have gone on vacation in the first place. Would it be rude of me to hang a giant “DO NO DISTURB” sign on my cubicle? Not that anyone would heed it.

I’ve been home less than 24 hours and I’m already deep in the throes of Post-Fest Depression. It gets worse every year, although this year, rather than causing excessive weepiness and an insatiable need to turn around and go back to Washington, I find that I’m just horribly sad. Words cannot even describe how fucking sad I am. I’m sad that I only get to drive up the coast once a year. I’m sad that I only get to spend a week in the Snoqualmie Valley every year. I’m sad that I’m back in the dry, oppressive heat. I’m sad that I have to revert back to being a stick-in-the-ass corporate hack. I’m sad that my life isn’t as cool as the last two weeks made it seem.

I’ve been in and out of bed all day after my marathon 12 1/2 hour drive back from Washington yesterday (culminating in my 3am arrival this morning). I wish I could just call in sick for the rest of the week…

I really do have blog entries I wrote down that encompass the last two weeks, but I’m so very much not in the mood for any of it. I’m really really not. Can’t say when I will be, but at least bear with me for now…k?