What's the opposite of a long-weekend?

Now I know some of you have been looking for a post the last few days, and had to navigate away grumbling, but let me tell you, weekends that are a day long don't leave you much time to dawdle around on the internet.

For most of you, if I said: "saturday morning _______," you would fill in the blank with "cartoons" or "brunch" or "sex." I, unfortunately, have had to (against my will,) fill that blank in with "3 hour class from hell." Now, when you have to wake up that early on a saturday morning, all you want to do when you get back is go to sleep. For me, this was compounded by the fact that I got a phone call about an hour and 10 minutes before I had to wake up for class. So Saturday was pretty much shot to hell what with class, then napping, then mad house-cleaning, and leisurely procrastination. Sunday was spent reading Emerson's essay on Nature over and over again, trying to find a workable thesis that is neither too simple or ludicrously hard. I've yet to succeed, but the paper's not due 'til Thursday.

Now it's 6 minutes into Monday, and I've just finished up a wonderful game of online scrabble where I absolutely raped my buddy Andrew, with a 249-181 score. I have yet to read a play that is supposed to be read by 10 am, and I have no plans to do so. I will probably feel badly about it later, but for now I think I will just go to bed. I suppose I can promise a real post in the near future, as I am nearly certain the week will warrant much more procrastination.

ciao,
the duck.