Like I was telling my chatmate from Ludington, I think I’m quite glad I have a job that allows me to sit every so often. But still, I’m glad when the weekend comes, so I can get an extended sleep period. Come Monday, I’ll be glad I’m well rested. It still seems my weekends are blah, but that’s because no one ever wants to do anything with me. I’m still condemned to spending my weekends alone, without the company of any of my friends. Just once, I’d like to be included in any festivities in which my friends seem to take part. Why must I be an island, contrary to what Mr. Donne would have us believe?