I cut my finger and it hurts, but I don't care. I've got to do my laundry, but I don't care. My chair could be on fire right now, and I wouldn't care. Because as I write this, it's Sunday. Even worse, it's late in the afternoon on Sunday.
People often think that Mondays are worse.
Nope, Sunday afternoons are. You wouldn't normally think of this time of the week as being the worst because it's technically the weekend. It crushes your spirit. Because right now, on this late Sunday afternoon, I don't think there's such a thing as a Daver. There's a name for this idea.