Future graduate students be forewarned: graduate school eats weekends whole for breakfast and doesn't even spit out the bones. And if you think for even a minute that you can use your weekend for interesting things like little day trips across the city, trying out new recipes to change things up a bit, or even trying to obtain accurate measurements of your windows because you're going to stab your eyes out with your toothbrush if you have to look at those ugly bland curtains for one more day, you'll most likely wind up trying to kick your own ass because suddenly, grad school has eaten up two minutes for every one that's passed. Which then means that it's Sunday night and you're STILL not finished with all your damn papers. At which point you'll probably try to rip the curtains off the wall and throw them at grad school, in the hopes that maybe at least grad school will solve ONE of your problems.