It's utter drivel.
I'm not depressed, am far from it but my gosh the week is so, boring. Like watching paint dry.
Enjoying my job of late so it's not that and my work is too busy to think about anything else, but then I finish work go gym make dinner - boom, bedtime.
I could do activities after work but hate alcohol midweek makes me feel rough, don't want to go out and eat unhealthy crap.
Therefore leaves not much time to do anything else other than make dinner, I hate watching tv too (or the majority of it).
Is it just me that resents weekdays? What's the point of such repetitive living?
The week will just never be as exciting and relaxing as the weekend will it?