The Invisible Weekend

The fates have decided that after having enjoyed such a stupendous weekend that I don't deserve such stellar treatment twice in a row. Tomorrow, my 22nd birthday, will be spent sitting in a little cubicle from about noon to midnight, answering call after call after call. It's my birthday present to myself -- $120 minus taxes. Normally, one of the things that sustain me during the week is the fact that the weekend will always be there to pull me out of my dark, work-laden abyss. I haven't really had that comfort this week, and it sort of sucks. I'm pretty happy though because nothing terrible is happening in my life. I'm not stressed, despite my lack of free time, and I have plenty of roommates who I get along well with. I'm just going to soon have to deal with the fact that they're all going to be abandoning me next semester. Oh well, I'll just play my Xbox 360 and listen to heavy metal at full volume until my ears start to bleed. By the way, Wolfmother is one of the greatest rock groups ever formed.

I need to start writing an 8-12 page research paper now, so I'd better jump to it!