The Diary of Anne Ku
9 July 2000 Sunday
The idea of a weekend vanished when I buried myself in academic pursuits. I had to create an "Anne's Own Day" on Thursdays. Complementary living, I called it. On that day, I would do my own thing and not touch my books. Typically I'd go see a movie by myself and then swim. When everyone else was relaxing and going out on weekends, that's when I'd do the most amount of work. At one point I took it even further - I would wake up at noon and worked until 4 am. I'd go to bed when the birds woke up.
After working a full week, it is natural to want to shut down. The weekend is there for that. Instead, however, Saturdays I have to clean up the kitchen. The main difference between women and men, I read once, is that women have to clean up the kitchen before they can think. Men can think in a mess. Or maybe they don't think. Who knows? I cannot tolerate a dirty kitchen.
If I meet a friend or go see a movie or show on a Saturday, then my Sunday becomes even more precious. Sunday mornings are for lie-ins, followed by a crepe breakfast and some Bach Toccatas.
As the day goes on, I can sense my option nearing expiration. The value of my precious weekend climbs until the evening - when suddenly I'm conscious that it's almost over.
So Sundays are not the best days. Thursday is the best day - because I can look forward to Friday. On Fridays, I have Saturday and Sunday to look forward to. What a miserable life !
20 August 2000
I had jotted down my thoughts of the day during my travels. Now that I've FINALLY unpacked and cleaned up my room, I found these notes. So I will now "back-fill" my on-line diary.