Sometimes I have a love/hate relationship with the weekend. I love it because I get to go downtown with David (and get my beloved fresh taro!), stay up until 4am playing games, eat more than my stomach should actually hold, and see friends who come up from San Luis Obispo to play polo.
I hate it because it's so short. Because the whole time I'm trying to enjoy these things, I'm also trying not to worry about the three papers I have all due in the next week or so. And because my sleep schedule gets thrown off when I go to bed at 4 and don't wake up until almost noon.
But in the end it's mostly love. Just a week and a half until Spring Break!