As a teenager I truly believed that weekends were this two and a half
day present wrapped up and packaged just for me. Monday was the worst
of them all, because it was so far away from Friday, the day of my
freedom. Saturday, another day of freedom. Sunday, my last day before
that dreaded Monday. As a focused adult, my weekends have become
weekdays. Weekdays, my weekends. Unless I'm out promoting a film or a
party I wouldn't know the difference. In fact, what day is it
anyway?