Sunday night blahs

I get really depressed on Sunday nights. The idea of going to work just seems so overwhelmingly...well, overwhelming. It always ends up ruining my weekend. I need to take advantage of the fact that it is still the weekend instead of making it like a prelude to the week.

I worried. I'm worried that I have a big mouth. That I say too much to people. That I blab about my life on the internet. That I give weirdo guys my phone number and then ignore them. That I'll run out of money. That I'll get fat. That I'll be alone.

Oops, this doesn't seem to be about running.

I did run a 5K yesterday. And I got the exact same time that I always seem to get which is around 30:40.