I want my weekend back.

There has got to be some law of physics that describes why three-day weekends always seem to go faster than regular ones. Here I am sitting in my living room after a full day of vegging and relaxation, and yet I'm still not ready for the week to start tomorrow. The one consolation is that at least we're starting one day ahead of the game.

Also, why is it that there's never enough time to veg on the 3-day weekends, but somehow vegging on the regular weekends is totally doable? Today I slept in, watched the news, washed and waxed my car, finished up the latest discs of 24 that I got from Netflix, and now here it is already 6pm, and I have a tons more time I want to waste and not even time to waste it all. I demand to have an extension of the weekend.

Hmmm....maybe I'm falling ill? Cough cough?