As of 2005
Fridays: Spectacular
Saturdays: High expectations, something somewhat like a let down
Sundays: Just a Jesus decreed days of rest and recovery. Just long enough to second think anything good that happened, but short enough to wish they were longer.
I think I'm going to make my bathroom into an office, make my closet into a bedroom and pretend my room is my own little house. There are some noises that you just have to hear sometimes.