Saturday was a very strange day for me. Something was seriously off with my mood. It's hard trying to recall it, as most of it feels like a distant memory already. I remember going to the supermarket quite late, almost at closing time, and losing track of that. I remember crying while I was there. I can't recall why I cried. Something stupid, probably. Sometimes it takes very little to tip the glass over.
Often, the price I pay for being a highly functioning professional is that I am depleted during the weekend.