Friday: lost the flat I wanted to live in :( and spent most of the day in a depressive zombie state, mainly in bed under the covers.
Saturday: spent the day working on my essay, and then went out dancing. Got ridiculously drunk.
Sunday: Woke up at 1pm, came home, heard about Sparklehorse and then went back to bed until 7pm. I just could not think of a reason to get out of bed.
I'd give the night out a 9/10. Without that, I'd give the weekend a 2/10. Which averages to 5.5/10.