Finally made to Friday. I'll never understand the whole 3 day weekend phenomenon. I mean, really, wtf? You get that extra day off, which doesn't, I'm sad to say, make your weekend seem any longer. At least mine never do. It's always 'where did the time go?'
Then, the week afterwards, this past week is a fine example, just f'ing drags by. Why should that be? Now, I understand why the weekends don't seem any longer, but shouldn't working 4 days feel shorter? If I find the guy that's been mucking about with the space/time continuum, I'm going to beat him to death with my left shoe.
Just a thought for the day. I wanted to get a real post here before Kel takes my keys away. If I'm still able, I may even put a version of 'drunk Friday home from the casino' here too, to go along with the one that's sure to appear here.
Hope the world treats you all well.
Buenos con queso,
T.
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