Things become clichés because they are true. Weekends are just too short. Saturday I don't want to do a fucking thing, and just lay around, and if I do anything I'm so tried I almost can't enjoy it. It's enough time to be frustrating about what to do, but not enough time to do anything major, not that I'd want to do anything anyway. Sunday is just as bad especially since I have no energy everything makes me tired. Just sitting around or trying to do anything I just don't want to. I guess I need to get out more.