Why is it that weekends that you want to realx/go by slowly seem to go by the fastest? I was looking forward to a low-key couple of days; I blinked and it was over. I honestly think the "The Unauthorized Full House Story" on Lifetime had a roofie-like effect on me...I blacked out and woke up on Sunday not knowing what had happened. Or maybe I'm blocking it out of my memory--it was THAT bad. Weekend regrets, people.