I hate Sunday evenings. The thought of having to start another soul destroying week of grind depresses me. I find myself looking forward to retirement when I don't have to be part of the rat race any more. How sad is that. I'm 45 and I'm wishing I was 65. What kind of life just I be living to wish it all away?
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