Last week was composed of 7 days (as all weeks are).
Sunday through Thursday (ie, the working days) passed by REALLY SLOWLY. Just half-way through the week I was complaining about how the week was taking SO BLOODY LONG to pass.
Anyhow, the weekend came, and all was good. However, it passed by unbelievably quickly, and now i'm back in the office contemplating killing myself.
Why does that happen? Why do the really strenuous or boring parts of the week (or life in general) pass by slowly while the relaxing and enjoyable ones are over in the blink of an eye? Can't we somehow make them the other way around? Your thoughts appreciated.
19 August 2007