Weekend Fever

It's thursday, which ofcourse means that friday's just around the corner. It is inevitable to notice this, as my spirit is starting to rise already. I have butterflies in my stomach and I'm getting more and more excited. This is rather interesting, because I haven't planned anything very special. Saturdaynight I'm going out with my friend Tanyah, which is always great and fun, and friday I'm supposed to do something with another friend, T. But what's the big fuzz??

Weekend fever. It is the possibility that something might happen, and I could reeally feel alive. The feeling is like no other, it has all to do with getting ready for the night, having fun with friends and doing maybe somewhat silly things sometimes. The best part of the evening is propably the moment when you are just about to start getting ready. That's the moment when everything is possible...

There's nothing wrong with that, the fact is that I'm living for weekends. But there's a dark side, as always. Mondays. God I hate mondays. It's been like that all summer, propably since april. After a hard weekend, not sleeping well or enough, monday thru wednesday is just pain and tiredness... is it worth it? Yes. After all, tomorrow's friday. But I hope it won't be like that forever. I just don't want it to end just yet.