Sunday night effectively marks the end of the weekend and the beginning of the new week. I hate the new week. A new week marks the beginning of approximately six days of crapness, where i'll attempt to study but get nothing done, and have no contact with people who make me really happy, and barely make it out of bed, and pretty much struggle to make it through each day about an hour at a time. I am beginning to dread sunday nights, which invariably end with me in tears and waking up on monday morning feeling unbelievably crap. I just want to skip straight to next weekend.
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