These days, my weekends feel like there is only one day in them. I feel aggrieved. It used to be that I could sleep through Monday as well.
This working 9-5 mularky is not really what I had in mind.
A lot of the time I feel completely unable to apply myself constructively weekends: mostly, I sit around and watch TV.
I can't help feeling like I should be doing something with this time.