I really can’t cope with Sunday afternoons

[baldguy]

That terrible listlessness that starts to set in about 2:55, when you know you’ve taken all the baths you can usefully take that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the newspaper you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on the four o’clock, and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul.

[skooooo]

1. wow...

That's kind of cool. So "long dark teatime" = Monday morning?

[baldguy]

2. That's Wowbagger.

Wowbagger the Infinitely Prolonged.

[skooooo]

3. you're a poet!

Tell me more!

[baldguy]

4. Douglas Adams is the poet.

[skooooo]

5. what kind of book is it??