I used to loathe Sunday all the time for years, mainly because it was that day before I had to go back to school. And school was very painful for me to go through because I didn't want to do pointless work answering questions that I had already answered at least 100 times beforehand but had to anyway in order to keep my good grade. And there was a lot of it. Saturdays was in fact the only day of the week I felt pretty okay when I got depressive.

Luckily now's not completely the case anymore, since I'm going to school learning what I wish to learn instead of what I'm being forced to. It's not perfect, and sometimes I feel too inadequate doing the work, but I don't feel nearly as helpless during the week as I did back then. Or maybe it's exactly the same, but it's totally different situations.

Weird, isn't it? :P