a silly poem

ahh, weekend how i waited for thee
your coming fills me with utter glee
from the thesis and research to flee
a time to be me, a time to live free

i feel like i'm in class 6 again.. writing poems such as this.. but the coming of the weekend is still anticipated with the same hope and longing, after a week that's been alternately frustrating, tiring, maddening, and yet fulfilling too.