Ugh, it's Saturday morning and the weekend is already over. Why do they call it that? Is it some cruel joke? A sadistic social experiment designed to make us all feel like we're stuck in some sort of never-ending cycle of tedium?
Newsflash: the weekend is only 8 hours longchartInstance
That's right, folks. Eight measly hours to recover from the drudgery of the workweek. Eight hours to recharge, refuel, and relive the same old routine. Is it any wonder we're all so exhausted?
But wait, it gets better! On Sunday evening, the weekend is over. The cruel, heartless hand of time slaps us back into the cold, unforgiving face of Monday morning. And we're all expected to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to take on the world...or at least, ready to take on our 8-to-5.
We're not asking for much, folks. Just a little bit more weekend, a little less existential dread. Is that too much to ask?
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