I have that feeling.  The Sunday night one.  The kind you used to get when you were little whilst sitting with damp hair before bed.  The feeling of just knowing that you would struggle to sleep because 'you knew you had to get up early tomorrow.' This is most confusing to my little self since it is in fact Friday and the start of a bank holibob of fun and frolics for most.  I am back at work tomorrow after being off since Tuesday.  It hurts. Especially since we have had the LOVELIEST time of galavanting here there and everywhere and s…