to be frank.

I want my days off back. The whininess pushes hard to slip out, so I'll try to sum it up nicely and cleanly by merely saying that I do enjoy the weekend and do not enjoy being productive on the weekend. So, despite the opportunity to continue bling blinging about town, my gut informs me that the decision to go full-time for the next two months was slightly irresponsible given my innate tendencies. I say god damn, future home of education, I promise you'll be swayed by winning personality alone! The two sides stubbornly duke it out, vying for the desired outcome. Perhaps I should heed the words of a few voices in my head and get inspired in other ways, but meh...