Dude, where's my weekend?

I think this weekend was even shorter than the one I lamented about last Monday; are they lopping off some of the hours when we're not looking as part of a fiendish Weekday Savings Time plot? ("It feels like 10 a.m. Sunday, but it's really 6 a.m. Monday WST. So get to work.") It would probably help if I stopped staying up till 2:30 a.m. on Friday night (till the end of the late-late shows, at which point they start running the nighttime talk show loop from 11:30 p.m. again) and 1 a.m. on Saturdays (through "Saturday Night Live" and into "Showtime at the Apollo"—and by the way, isn't "American Idol" just "Showtime at the Apollo" with cell phones instead of an applause-o-meter?). After I turn off the TV, it takes another fifteen or twenty minutes to get to bed; and then I don't wake up until noon or later; and that probably contributes to the weekend feeling short. But still: I'm quite sure the twelve hours between noon and midnight yesterday didn't last nearly as long as they should have. Whereas today has lasted at least twelve hours since I got to work at 9:05. Hey, can we hurry up and have Thanksgiving? I need a four-day weekend. (Maybe it'll even feel as long as a three-day one!)