My Non-Transitory Tuesday Morning Torpor

Ever have one of those days where you begrudgingly get up, take a shower (but it doesn’t really wake you up), pretend that not getting dressed will prevent you from having to start the day, drive 60 miles, and then work for eight or so hours, only to come home and wallow in self-pity? MEEE NEITHERRRRRRQQ777774W@!!!!!