"We blew it man...we blew it."

Oooooh the 'ole end of weekend depression is kicking in something fierce.  Funny thing is, I don't really know what more I could've done this (extended) weekend to stave it off...actually, that's a blatant lie, but let's say I don't know what more I could've REASONABLY done to stave it off.  I mean, I made reasonable efforts towards getting myself to a state where I could do the sorts of things that would make me feel like I'm actually living rather than wallowing in a perpetual waste of time.  But those efforts seemed to bear no fruit, and I still haven't made it to that "next level" yet.  Is it too late?  I was reasonably productive - biking, skating, working on music, doing some chores, doing a little creative cooking, etc.  But aaaaaaaallllllllll alone.  And I also managed to cave-in on some of my bad habits that, had I restrained myself, I would've felt good about resisting.  That never helps with the PMA.  ANYWAY, no point in dwelling on it I guess.  I've got a prospect on the horizon, but the horizon is distant, and there's no telling what pitfalls are hidden between myself and that horizon.  Whatever.  Time to shut up and try to enjoy what's left of the weekend eh?