Pass Me The Quaaludes Please part 1
Aug.13, 2005 in
Stress
It’s Sunday.
7 PM.
You sit down on your easy chair, remote in hand and
start surfing. One of your favorite brain dead
reality shows comes on and you sink in to enjoy the
escape.
But before you really get into the zone, you begin
to feel your heart race.
“Drat! Why aren’t weekends three days long…then I’d
have some time to really relax.”
Just thinking about going back to the job on Monday
sends a ripple through your body that ends
