It's a travesty, a catastrophe, a catastrophe of epic proportions! The weekend, that sacred institution of relaxation and leisure, has been hijacked by the nefarious forces of productivity and responsibility.
Why, you ask, is it that we can't just take a load off, kick back, and recharge for once? Why must we toil and labor like automatons, driven solely by the whims of our calendars and the tyranny of our to-do lists?
It's because, my friend, we've been duped. We've been sold a bill of goods that says the weekend is for sleeping, but what we really get is a false promise of freedom, a fleeting illusion of leisure time.
But fear not, dear weekend warrior, for there is hope. There are still those of us who refuse to be swayed by the siren song of productivity and responsibility. We are the rebels, the outliers, the weekend sleepers.