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Worst and most surreal time of the week is Sunday afternoons when you’re like hyper aware of your insignificance and nothingness there has to be a name for this phenomenon
“In the end, it was the Sunday afternoons he couldn’t cope with, and that
terrible listlessness which starts to set in at about 2:55, when you
know that you’ve had all the baths you can usefully have that day, that
however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the papers you will
never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique
it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move
relentlessly on to four o’clock, and you will enter the long dark
teatime of the soul.”
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