I have such a case of the Tuesdays.
In which: the other shoe drops, the party ends, you wake up feeling sick. Back to a reality inexplicably but reliably denied every Monday.
I feel like there's never enough time to do the things I want to do. Go to the gym. Eat better, spend time becoming skinny. Read more. Rehearse my new show. Get in touch with my friends. Fall in love. Spend a little bit of time cleaning. Being lazy.
I'm not mad at anyone, but I am also not in the mood to do anybody any favors at all. Especially if the favor involves helping you get laid.
I shouldn't say "Anybody" because La Johnjoseph is exempt. I will still do her favors.