I posted this on DailyMile, but I thought it worthy of a repost here because I think it may be my finest attempt to date of piecing together words to capture a feeling:
Did you ever accidentally stay in Vegas an extra day because there are no clocks and you hadn’t been to your room in 26 hours anyway and forgot what day it was, then you finally got to the airport and found out your only way home had two connecting flights, then you missed your connection in Atlanta so you decided to try and take a nap in the floor, but you had to get up so the guy could clean that part of the floor, and you were still a little drunk (but not good drunk) so you really didn’t enjoy the walk to the next empty spot in the floor?
That’s how I felt leaving the gym this morning.