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I wan't going to mention this because I thoughtit may make other people weary of marriage...but I decided that I would have rather known that not. I wish someone would've told me about post-nuptial depression. Well, I guess depression is kind of a strong word. It's more post-nuptial slumpiness.

The wedding was wonderful (scroll to May 16th) (I still don't have pictures back from the photographer). The reception was lovely as well (I'll tell you about the pies later). The honeymoon was simply tremendous.

It's not so much that I'm mourning all the planning and doing for the wedding. I'm actually glad that is done. I don't feel a void with that...no "what do I do now". Because, believe me, I'm one busy-lope.

It's the return to normal life. Everyday existence, Monday through Friday. And it's difficult. It feels wrong to be trapped by deadlines and "have-to's". It feels unnatural to work when you don't feel like it. And I was having a real hard time getting back into the swing of things. Days felt too long. Too boring. Too trapped. I wanted to escape.

I couldn't understand why people work so much. They work, they go home, they stare at the TV, they sleep. They get up and do the exact same thing the next day. What kind of existence is this? Flourescent lights. Gray cubes. Watercooler talk. I felt sick.

But I will tell you...it's starting to pass. I am slowly coming around and feeling better. I realize it's not really like that all the time. People have work friends. Find little things in the day to smile about. Everyday doesn't seem as tedious and long as it did a week ago. It's not a-ok yet, but I'll give it some time. And maybe go celebrate something.

Dumb old post-nuptial slumpiness. Be gone.