How on earth did "I'll finish all my marking over the weekend" become "Where the hell did the weekend go"?
I loved it though. The weekend. Not hell. Don't think I'd like hell much.
Made the decision that determines my geographical location for the most of the next 3 years. Won't be here. And it's not euphoric. It's kinda scary too. But it's a chance of a lifetime, and I'm beyond grateful for it.