I've always hated them. So much noise. No routine. Just noise noise noise. Can't be alone. And now I know the person who I loved, who cheated on me, is spending all his weekend time with the person he left me for. So that just adds to the pile of reasons I hate weekends. 

I can't even get interested in any TV show to escape in to and pass the time. I'm stuck with my thoughts. It really is a couple days of hell...and it has already began. Ugh. Longest two days. I can't wait for Monday