Idle Hands

Why is it that all week I DREAM about the weekend, can't wait for it to get here, can't wait to watch lots of movies and do nothing... then.
The weekend comes, I do exactly that and somehow it's boring. I'm going to spend the whole weekend writing. Oh look it's already Sunday afternoon and haven't lifted a finger... argh the frustration. I wonder if I think about it enough it'll just write itself?