When I returned home this evening, I got hit by a serious bout of depression. Irrational, doldrum-worthy sadness.

From tomorrow, it'll be work forever.

No trepidation at the unexpected this time. Cos I know exactly what is coming... Early mornings dragging myself out of bed, post-lunches trying to keep awake and late nights drafting memos, applications and opinions. And even later nights preparing for trials. Short respite at weekends trying to stretch the free time to meet friends and catch up with more whom I've neglected, not to mention mum who'll only see me sleeping before she goes to work.

*sigh*

Too pessimistic? Perhaps. But right now this wave is washing unrelentingly over me.