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Feeling the usual Sunday night vague uneasiness. I'm never sleepy on Sunday nights. I'd rather stay up too late, watch strange things on tv, bake cookies and eat them, trim my bangs, look up bizzare things online. Anything that counters the fact that I'm a 9 to 5er and will be sitting at my desk all day, somewhat less energetic than I feel now.

I remember when living in Tampa and this feeling hit, I'd do the above, or, once I remember buying a big bag of peanut M&M's and driving down Bayshore eating them, late.

I'll sleep eventually, get up at 5:15 and go to yoga, begin the day. And I'll look forward to eating my next tomato.