Weekends are too short.

It's that weird place where I only really feel alive between Friday-Sunday. I mean, not like I hate my work or anything, but it's the joy of walking out there and seeing that beloved person, whom I have not actually had a chance to interact with outside of the mornings the rest of the week, and knowing that for the next approximately 48 hours we can enjoy everything we spend the rest of the week apart for the sake of.

Even housework becomes tolerable in its own way.

Curse you daylight savings time.

In other news I have a plurk courtesy of kmegumi2. I don't know how much I'm going to use it since my life is very much the definition of mundane, but feel free to follow/friend me.