The last four days, I've been working (on thesis stuff) until 17:00. I've tried to start at 10:00, and might eventually start earlier. But the thing is...

It's kind of weird. I'm looking forward to Friday. Because Friday suddenly means something again. The last two years or so it haven't meant anything -- it was just another day. Now it means that two days following it I don't have to work at all.

It's kind of like the sense of freedom at 17:00... which is also weird. Makes me remember how it was years ago.

But the sense of freedom isn't quite alone. There's also the sligthly panicky feeling that when I get home, I got time to eat, and do some spare time stuff for a few hours. Then it all starts over again. Every single day. Except weekends, but they end too, very soon after they've started. And then the week starts all over again.

All of this is of course how it's for most people... only lots of them have more stuff to deal with when they come home. It's a wonder the human world runs.

In other news I'm pretty tired.