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Nun komm, der Heiden Heilen

I really like the weekends. I know this is like saying, "I really breathe a mix of oxygen and nitrogen," but this is probably one of the first times in my life I've consistently enjoyed saturday and sunday.

When I was a kid, I didn't know anything. It's possible that I like the weekends, but for all the wrong reasons. At boarding school, I dreaded the weekends because we were forced to play sports and the time moved so painfully slowly. The weeks were highly structured and FLEW past.

In college, I usually spend the weekends recovering from the week, catching up on sleep, or work, depending on which activity dominated the week. When I was a working man, the weekends were only a reminder that I was on someone else's time monday through friday. They were too short to go anywhere or do anything, and I was broke anyway.

But now, my weekends are a perfect mix of relaxation and school work. At the graduate level, 'school work' basically means reading books about music, listening to music, and playing music. I don't dread the week, and the weekend doesn't feel so aberrant that I'll either dread it or what is not it. (if that makes sense). And any weekend holds the possibility of a visit from/to my BF.

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