The depressing, vapid, soul-consuming feeling
of all-encompassing loss that
results from sudden cessation of a long time period characterized by non-stop boning. This feeling
can result from a simple case of the Mondays after spending
the weekend wit yo man, to the end of a summer
fling and sobering realization that
you may as well cancel your waxing appointments b/c your netherparts are about to shut down for the winter like that
creepy restaurant on the Goonies.
I couldn't get anything done yesterday; I had such a wangover that all I could
do was putter around my apartment in a snuggie and watch lifetime movies.