Granted. It is now the week's end. Unfortunately, that is quite literal: the week is ending, along with everything else. Everything you hold dear - your friends, your family, your material possessions, your sense of self itself - is eroding away, slowly, gradually, as the week grinds to a halt. When the inevitable finally happens - when the week finally does end - you become lost among the crowd of all the other nameless, mindless drones who have lost everything they ever knew, frozen at the end for all eternity, waiting for a death that will not come.
Congratulations. Bad end.
Anyway, I wish I could get motivated to do my homework.