Weekends suck!

What do you, folks, see so special about weekends anyway? I just don't get it. Why would anyone actually look forward to those obnoxious days? It means less rest and more of everything else; and by everything else I mostly mean unnecessarily sarcastic behavior on my parents' side. A hairdresser? Are you kidding me? It's not like I need anybody reminding me of my receding hairline and criticizing my cradle cap. Grocery shopping and cooking? Yeah, yeah, very funny… especially since I am stuck with the milk for another 3 months, at least. Roller-blading? Actually that wasn't so terrible since I was able to listen to Lust for Life from Trainspotting the whole ride and it would have been even better if those damn holes haven't kept waking me up every five seconds. What can I say? I may be the first one to say it and actually mean it but I really love Mondays!