It's Friday towards the end of the work-day. You are making a mental image of what to tackle this upcoming weekend. If you're really lucky, this started on Thursday, but for many its Friday. As a graduate student, I some times (not always) procrastinate certain things to be done on the weekend. Why? Well, because there is endless time on weekends.
You may laugh out of ridiculous or your own experience, but for some reason I have this deluded thinking there is an vast amount of time from Friday afternoon to Sunday at bedtimes. It available only on the weekends to get everything done. Friday comes around and often I have this huge list already written down somewhere (or electronic nowadays) what is going to be done by me. I am the get it done champ of the to-do lists, master of organization.
What actually happens? Friday to-dos get pushed to Saturday. Then on Saturday morning (well its Saturday for sakes) you sleep in and half a day wasted. Somewhere in the logic of the moment, I assure myself I've worked so hard I deserve a day off. This of course does what? It pushes Friday to-dos that were pushed to Saturday along with Saturday to-dos for Sunday. Sunday might get a few things in the apartment and a few TV shows caught up, but then Sunday night gets here.
OH CRAP.
I have to do all those must-dos now. The symptoms of a diagnosis called SNMMHM (Sunday night/ Monday morning hot mess) starts. Its begin with buggy blinking eyes (turn red for some), sometimes there is crying, the fingers fidget, restless leg(or feet) syndrome is common, craving for sugar and coffee, stomach cramps from nerves (and sugar and coffee), headache from tension and from perceived failure, and then lack of sleep cranks it all up a notch. You have a Sunday night hot mess.
Guilty again. Back to work
