friday friday

it's friday.
i am certain of this.
i can tell because i can't find my coffee table. or my couch. i assume that they are somewhere beneath the mound of books and papers, and there is a distinct possibility that that large amorphous shape in the corner may have at one time been a desk. there may also have been a counter and a sink underneath the multi-colored pile of dishes in what i can only assume is meant to be a kitchen, but who could be sure?
how is it that the END of a week, which is supposed to (or so i am led to believe) herald two days of relaxation and peace, instead only brings more work in a wider array?
can someone explain this to me?