apropos

[waider]

(edited to correct the quote; the one I snagged was a paraphrase for some reason)

In the end, it was the Sunday afternoons he couldn't cope with, and that terrible listlessness which starts to set in at about 2.55, when you know that you've had all the baths you can usefully have that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the papers you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning techniques it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o'clock, and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul.

Good old Douglas Adams; this always made me giggle. Having been on-call, I had to postpone it until about 7pm, though. I think perhaps I need a trip to the cinema to lighten my mood.