Pynchon

I feel depressed and sad and upset. Saturday was so good and so enjoyable. So was Sunday, for completely different reasons. It's like the weekend was a happy dream and I have finally woken up.

I suppose that when you have such a good weekend, when you finally come up against the wall of normality, everything that is crap seems so much more magnified.

I'm sorry. I don't want to put a damper on things. Saturday was truly the craic. Don't doubt it.

I will be better tomorrow and I will write and write and write.