Weekends

I adore weekends, but not for the same reasons regular people say they’re good (partying, drinking and so on). I like them mostly for the possibility of having time only for me, without constraints nor rules. It’s almost 2 AM on saturday and I’m wide awake, thrashing around with my laptop, without worrying about getting up late the next day. I simply cannot cope with someone else telling me what to do, at what time should I arrive and so on. I’ve been doing that for years, thanks to my discipline (?) and the money, of course. But as soon as I have the chance to stop, I do it. No more early wake ups, no more bad mood in the morning… It’s a shame that weekends have only two nights to do this…