Hate it so much when it come to Sunday Night as I know tomorrow I will need to drag myself to the office again. I know that every Monday will arrive but I just could not stop hating it. Well, at least I will hate it until the day I stop working. By then I know that everyday will be a Friday to me. I can sleep until the sun shine on my butt, I can online until the owl knock out, I can do whatever I want and no need to worry that I need to sleep and drag this body without the soul to office and face all the people I do not want to face.