Saturday Blues!

I HATE Saturdays! Because it brings sunday, a day when I get nothing better to do with my time than staring at my laptop the whole day or catching a movie! A sunday movie sounded nice when it was not a routine to kill time.
An empty brain is a nest for dark thoughts ! and they seem to be festering right now, as they do every sunday!
I have never been a enthusiastic person but this kind of drab existence is too much to handle even for me. I need some rush some way of releasing the pent up pressure of my work. At present nothing looks endearing and no new thoughts seem to be forming.

I need all the help that is possible, please somebody HELP! SOS! SOS! The Titanic is Sinking !!!

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