What is it with Sundays?

Hiya
Well, after my slightly ranty post earlier, which was almost long to qualify as a article rather than a blog (shame it doesn't on pure quality terms), I thought I should talk about the weekend.

Weekends, for most folks, is about either getting recovered from a friday night, doing a weekend job or simply 'chilling out' from a hard week. I this weekend had to do the dreaded....maths.... I find it difficult to reason with people who say 'oh your in a higher set, you must love maths'... because I share the same amount of love for maths as I do for the bloody bird that wakes me up every morning. Both of which include my longing to blow them off the face of the earth with a shotgun.

Numbers, of all shapes and kinds irritate me, no thats wrong, infuriate me. I don't know why, but I would much rather do a English GCSE again (DUN DUN DUUUNNNN) than maths...I'm that wound up by it. So when told to do 22 questions on quadratic equations for homework, I felt the familiar feeling of 'oh no, not again' as I knew that if the teacher said it would take around an hour, it would take me about 5...

So as I write this, at Sunday night, I have wrote all the questions down, and even managed to answer some, but the majority are more messy and scribbled than a 3 year olds drawing book. But I achieved something much greater today...built the carcass of a flat pack wardrobe.

Now I was surprised at the sheer size of the thing. The blokes that bought the 4 boxes into the house sounded as though they were giving birth, and when me and my uncle were trying to get them up the stairs, it felt like we would have to call a midwife. But anyway, it took quite a few hours, but eventually we got the main thing done (building it that is, we were up the stairs by then!)...not without a series of mishaps I may add.

First of all, the hammer got used probably more than it should of done...OK i launched my self at any piece of wood like a deranged Timmy Mallet when it didn't quite fit and managed to get myself in a position where it was impossible to move without lots of pain...We also managed to rip the bottom of the supporting wood off, leaving splinters all over the floor...but after a brief period of me creating ideas of how we could blame it on the delivery men and get a new one, we fixed it!

We are no where near finished, but it becomes a one person job at this point, and seeing as though it isn't even mine, I can't be bothered to attached some screws to a door, especially when people in China get PAID for doing this kind of thing...

So for once I have had a Sunday that involved me doing something, not going into 'American mode' and sitting around eating crisps. I have a rejuvenated hatred of Maths, and have pieces of wood all over the bedroom floor, but at least I've not been sacked from a job after 10 years....

[UPDATE: after my last rant of a post, I believed i better give a update to the latest happenings....The GS boards are on fire with hatred, many of the editorial team have posted cryptic blogs or simply not said very much and people from '1up' a rival site to GS have gone campaigning outside the offices. It's all American claptrap, but surely watching the yanks get angry is an interesting experience!]
Thanks for reading...better go and do some maths!
Josh