Because there are thousands and millions of tasks to be done.
And we've got a test on Sunday.
Mr. Sunday is brutally killed. Rest in peace, bro.
So is Miss Saturday.
And also that lovely, single and kinky Mistress Monday who used to be free.
I miss your procrastinating and lazy embrace.
And how you warm my bed with Shah Alam's sauna. Oh Mistress Monday.
Farewell, those good old days...
Oh, what the heck. Let's get the hell out of here!
I miss you so fucking much.
p/s: Weekend? What weekend? Are you fucking kidding me? Is there such term as 'weekend'?