week-end. i see it as my own free decision versus a forced action because you have to relax from work. and i am wondering where this thinking is coming from. probably because so much of my energy is absorbed by the commute that i feel like in desperate need of some rest. it’s weird, this situation. sometimes i really think if ever i can get used to it or if i will collapse one day. and right now i think i am working on the best project i’ve ever done. that makes it even more contradictory.