A weekend has passed, a friday was wasted on work and exhaustion. Now and then I tend to skip Friday's work at night mostly because of me falling asleep shortly after I came home. There is a limit to what a person can accomplish in just a day, but I somehow manage to be the most productive during the week rather than when I have the most time. Seems somewhat ironic that the moments you believe that you have all the time in the world, you tend to waste it mostly on just lazing around, sleeping or eating. Ah, aren't weekends just a beautiful thing, such a waste of sweet, sweet free time. The best moments are when you just sit in front of your TV watching a brand new series, wondering why exactly you are doing it, but not caring enough to stop yourself from doing it, so after a short while you realised you binged about two seasons.
As the Monday's roll in, you come to realise how much time you managed to waste in just two days. Thinking about seeing friends, but then you realise you would waste more time preparing so that you can finally meet them until you will officially meet them. Cleaning up your room, because who knows what will happen, trying to see what clothes are clean and will make you look halfway decent. After a little while, you sit down trying to at least sneak in some small "actual" free time. Then by the time you realised that time has passed, you are sitting in your office staring at a computer that is pointing out the various open takes that are just waiting for you to take care of. There is nothing like anticipating once the weekend rolls in again, so that you can waste it in bed once again.