Every Sunday night I look for words to describe my weekend. Sometimes I fear they are becoming too overrated, labelled. I cannot look at the word 'weekend' normally anymore, like some sort of disease, affecting my weekends of the future with expectations, memories, big vague important words like that.
I'm just glad that the agonizing pre-exam/exam days are finally over. Had a mini celebration with the motherfucking amazing Patron that killed me, causing me to crawl home the next day at noon. In an attempt to recover the sleep debts that I've accumulated throughout the week, I frittered my entire Sunday away in bed... And I still can't get enough of it.
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