sundayscariesI’m currently listening to a mix on Spotify called “Have a Great Day!”. It started with “Stayin Alive” by the Bee Gees, “I’m Gonna Be (500 miles)” by the Proclaimers, and followed by “Don’t Worry Be Happy” by Bobby McFerrin. It isn’t working. The Sunday Scaries strike hard.

Sunday ScariesThe dreadful feeling on a Sunday evening after a long hard week of boozing. Regret, the shakes, having no money left in your wallet and spending the day hugging the porcelain throne are all common symptoms.

Adam introduced the phrase to me and I think we’d both agree that the scaries hit hard right before you have to go to sleep on Sunday. He’ll say that I can’t get the scaries because I don’t have a real job with a true boss but any weekend phasing into a weekday situation can bring scaries. I’ve begun to notice these weeks passing by at a moment’s notice and that scares me more than the scaries. Summer is almost over, what the fuck.

I have a few entries to write about that I was too lazy to get to this weekend so hopefully I’ll find some time to sit down. I played some golf this weekend and played pretty good which will bring some pressure to put down some low rounds before the season ends. I was able to shoot a 79 in a tournament structure that varied which tee-boxes you tee off from which makes the score unofficial. I was 86 the day before though on a tougher course. I also added 2 NFL pre-season bets on the Patriots and Panthers to push my pre-season record to 4-0. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut. Aside from that blip in excitement, I don’t have much doing.