The week has ended. Amidst much excitement, and a rush towards the elevators, people darted home. It was heart-warming, really.

In the lobby, people stood around looking irrationally pleased about the upcoming weekend. Like I have said several times before, two day weekends are a rare occurrence; one that is to be valued with sincerity and honoured with debauchery.

A few of my friends left the city to meet family or generally escape the pollution and other things we complain about. They said that they’d be back on Monday. The mind is a funny thing, on Friday evenings it tricks you into believing that Monday will never come.

But come it does. Then we sit around waiting for the weekend, all while writing increasingly whiny posts about the terrible terrible things Mondays bring along.