I swear that on the weekends I'm living scenes from "I Am Legend."

I wake up at about 8 on saturdays and sundays, and as I walk around campus "foraging" for something to eat, I notice that nobody's around. Not a single person is on the sidewalk, nor are the janitors out doing their business.

No one is around until 5 ish. That's when the drunken beasts arise at night to begin their raucous, howling rituals. When it really gets bad, I lock the door and pull the covers over my head, trying to fall asleep to the feral whooping opera going on outside. Oh sure, it goes away after awhile, but I never completely go to sleep, knowing that another beastly night is just around the corner.

Even as I write this, there is nobody outside. It has always impressed me how people sleep in so late.