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Sunday's the day of rest according to my upbringing. I happily took it at that. Between 7 AM on Friday and 7 PM on Saturday, I put in 27 hours of work, 14 on Friday, a quick "nap" at home, then 13 on Saturday. That seriously put a crunch in my plans for today, and I happily did nothing at all, despite having a major private gig tommorrow that I am now behind on.
Now for the really bad part of it all. I admit that I actually stayed up until 3 AM between those monster shifts to watch Dr. Who. I got home just as the 8 PM showing was ending, and stayed up to catch it at 2 AM. I still don't know why, and I can't even really explain why I enjoy the series. English humor, I guess, and a complete disregard for special effects and quality acting, I suppose?
Now for the really bad part of it all. I admit that I actually stayed up until 3 AM between those monster shifts to watch Dr. Who. I got home just as the 8 PM showing was ending, and stayed up to catch it at 2 AM. I still don't know why, and I can't even really explain why I enjoy the series. English humor, I guess, and a complete disregard for special effects and quality acting, I suppose?