I'm so "done" when I get home that I don't have the energy to do the things I want to do or would like to do. Either I fall onto the couch in a comatose state or I head out to drink with my friends for fear that staying indoors one second longer will lead me to stab someone with a spoon.
If one more Dove dark chocolate piece reminds me that "happiness is contagious" I will scream and drive my car into the median. Oh wait... I kinda already did that.