Man. At this point, I'm not just living for the weekend. I'm living for the Saturday morning, when I can sleep in, read books, and do my damn laundry. Nothing else matters. Just me in bed with books. That's all.
I'm a little low energy this week. No real clue why -- been getting a fair amount of sleep, eating well, drinking the normal amount of coffee and so forth. But everything is effort. And I'm tired. And I'm going out tonight and my hair is unwashed... ::sigh:: Life is tiring. Saturday morning is a forever away.