When a wave of anxiety hits you before your return to work, school, or the office, you're faced with finding a cure for the dreaded Sunday Scaries. Many people take to their Panic Rooms to seek a release using awards shows, scented candles, romantic comedies, and comfortable clothing only to submit them to us week in and week out.
The Scaries love company. Being alone with your thoughts is quite possibly the worst thing you can do while trudging through an anxiety-riddled Sunday. You’re sweating, you don’t know if your friends still like you, and you’re praying your credit…
I did it. I went against everything I stand for and went out on a Sunday night. It was for a special occasion, yes, but that doesn’t mean that drinking enough cocktails to feel it in the morning was a…
A word for the wise – do not watch The Handmaid’s Tale on Hulu if you’re a sufferer of the Sunday Scaries. At one moment, you’re sitting their thinking, “Man, glad Peggy did something great after Mad Men,” and the…
Wedding season, man. Whoever said, “It’s a marathon, not a sprint,” has never been seated opposite of the buffet at a 300-person wedding when there are valuable beef tenderloin sliders up for grabs. But much like CrossFitters and every other…
I woke up about two hours ago with the trademark “Did I kill someone this weekend?” anxiety. You know, the kind of anxiety Dillon had after getting bottle service after Saved By The Brunch. But here we are. Another manic…
I have a fundamental issue with a restaurant I normally go to about once a week. People say their margaritas are like breasts – “One isn’t enough, but three is too many.” But sayings are all well and good until…
Masters Sunday, on the surface, should be one of the least Scary Sundays of the year. In place of commercials, there are birds chirping. Rather than getting the dreaded “Are you still watching?” screen from Netflix, you’re soaking in a…
After doing a wine tasting and putting myself into a barbecue coma, I had the pleasure of going back to the bar where I made a killing on Saturday night. No, not for a drink, but to do one of…
The Monday Blues are the lame friend of The Sunday Scaries. They come around once a week, are a wet blanket until they go away, but aren’t enough to make you throw your hands in the air and question all…
“I’m so excited to not do anything this weekend,” I told my coworkers on Friday morning. “After last weekend, I can’t imagine going out again.” Fast forward twelve hours and I’m doing an Irish Car Bomb with Barrett before going…
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