When I get home from a night out that's been really fun, and it's around the time I should be getting ready for bed, I start to feel depressed. Not like "going to kill myself" depressed, but more like "what the hell am I doing with my life?" sort of depression. It comes around for no good reason and I always feel better in the morning. Especially so when I'm living at home in A-town.
But it still happens, and it still bugs me.
Like today for example: Got *tons* of sleep (first time since returning to Austin that I got 10 hours), spent the afternoon relaxing over a little tiny bit of homework, Chinese food with my buddy Bridgit, Harold & Kumar, and a rockin' game of laser tag with all the engineer friends and my very own brother, and some more relaxing over a tasty Wendy's meal at 1AM. And it didn't stop there: I even met some really cool people over Facebook. But the minute I step into my room and kick off the shoes, the weirdness starts to kick in.
Maybe it's just a combination of relative boredom (since I've been having fun all day), tiredness, and coming down off an adrenaline high. I certainly hope it is.