It's the Optimistic Pessimist thing.

Plan for the worst, but hope for the best. I forgot to do that last weekend, and ended up disappointed. It seems every time I plan on having a fun weekend, it doesn't happen. No dancing Friday or Saturday - even though I knew of three different chances I had to go, they all fell through.

But, if I expect to spend my weekends home alone writing or sleeping, then I'll be much happier when I do get out.

That is probably what will happen anyway as I have to work 3/4 of my Saturdays left here.