I was sitting here just now, gazing out the window at the misty morning as I sipped piping hot joe from an oversized cup, wondering where the hell the weekend went already. Last week was like drowning for five days straight, smothered in a sea of dumbassery (special thanks to Charlie Pierce for my new favorite word) and only breaking the surface to take a breath come Friday. Breath taken, it now seems to be Monday morning already, so I repeat: Where the hell did the weekend go? I’ll take my answer off the air, thank you.