Virtual Magpie (the equivocal adventures of Megan M.)

The second half of this last week was occupied by Marty’s birthday, so there were plenty of goings-on to take the place of cold hard productivity. Today, after a solid six hours of catching up, I was chatting with Angel about the effect social weekends have on me. A weekend without working, to me, is somehow like being denied food — by Monday morning, I’m perishing of malnutrition and that first good half hour of accomplishment is like my first meal in ages.

And so on any given Monday, especially today, I feel increasing amounts of relief, such relief! Yes, work can get old and I must always be careful not to burn myself out, but I pine all weekend for Monday morning. When I’m back at my desk, fueling the machine… that’s better than caffeine.

And you know how I feel about caffeine.