anticlimax

Feeling kinda down tonight, and I'm not really sure why. Too much anticipation leading up to the first day of classes only to find that things are fine and dandy and I've got a shitload of work to do? Perhaps. Getting lots and lots of good critical feedback on my book prospectus and realizing I've got a shitload of work to do? Perhaps. Feeling sorry for myself because there's nobody here to hug me when I get home or to sit and drink a glass of wine with me? Yeah. Maybe.

Snapping out of it even as I write. Mostly.