A sensation of an emotional
void and pointlessness filling a Sunday
afternoon, and the sensation of the impending
Monday.
Coined by Douglas Adams in his 1982 book "Life, the Universe and Everything", and serving as the title for another of his books in 1988.
Synonymous with The Glenroes, and when exacerbated by a hangover - with the Sunday Scaries.
"In the end, it was the Sunday afternoons he couldn't cope with, and that terrible listlessness which starts to
set in at about 2:
55, when you know that you've had all the baths you can usefully have that day, that however
hard you stare at any given paragraph in the papers you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the
clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o'clock, and you will enter the
long dark teatime of the soul."
- Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe, and Everything.
