We've all been there:
Woke up this a.m., and takes me a few seconds of relative bliss to remember that, yeah, we really did choke another one away yesterday. Which gives you that queasy feel in the pit of your stomach, followed by several hours of general malaise. But you gradually start to rally: stay away from the college wrap-up shows, change the local news right before the top and bottom of the hour to avoid local sports, etc. By midday you've moved on to some NFL or random golf tournament, maybe take a nap or a walk, and before you know it you've got drink in hand and enjoying a nice sunset from the back deck. All is relatively good, save knowing that you'll have to deal with "that guy" first thing at work tomorrow (man, what happened? I thought for sure you guys had us!). Get thru him though and while still stinging it's survivable.