alleluia, praise the Lord, it's Friday!!!
Ahhh...yes today is Friday. The only day in an adult's otherwise redundant routine, where a person actually has a reason to be happy. If you detect a hint of pessimism in my writing you're a freakin' genius.
Sundays are depressing because I know that I have to wake up early the next day, dress in business attire and do my hair and make up. Not that I don't enjoy looking nice, it's just the matter of knowing that I have do so. Mondays suck entirely, especially if I decide to drown my sorrows in wine the evening before. Tuesdays feel like the week is lasting forever, but by the time Wednesday rolls around, I start to feel more optimistic about the work week. Thursday is actually a breeze because I'm franticly attempting to get everything done before Friday morning. Then there's Friday. Oh, it is the best day of the week. I woke up this morning knowing that this was the last day of the week in which the blasted alarm would startle me out of my beauty sleep.
Do people actually "work" on Fridays if they can help themselves? By around 2 p.m. I am a complete mongo (retard). My brain turns to mush and all I can think about is the fact that I do not have to go back to work for two whole days! The mongo factor is multiplied during the summer months in San Diego. I work a 2 blocks from the ocean so I'm basically distracted half the time by thoughts of surfing and enjoying an ice cold beer on the beach.
What am I doing this weekend you ask? I have a very fun Saturday planned in which I will run to Nordstrom's with my husband to pick up some shoes he ordered, go grocery shopping and, since I'm feeling particularly wicked, I think I'll even get the oil changed in my car. I'm now going to go throw up and lay in the fetal position in the bathroom until I can go home.
On a brighter note, does anyone watch the T.V. show, "Hooking Up?" It's about singles living in Manhattan and dating via the Internet. It's fucking hilarious and it's on Thursday nights.
Sundays are depressing because I know that I have to wake up early the next day, dress in business attire and do my hair and make up. Not that I don't enjoy looking nice, it's just the matter of knowing that I have do so. Mondays suck entirely, especially if I decide to drown my sorrows in wine the evening before. Tuesdays feel like the week is lasting forever, but by the time Wednesday rolls around, I start to feel more optimistic about the work week. Thursday is actually a breeze because I'm franticly attempting to get everything done before Friday morning. Then there's Friday. Oh, it is the best day of the week. I woke up this morning knowing that this was the last day of the week in which the blasted alarm would startle me out of my beauty sleep.
Do people actually "work" on Fridays if they can help themselves? By around 2 p.m. I am a complete mongo (retard). My brain turns to mush and all I can think about is the fact that I do not have to go back to work for two whole days! The mongo factor is multiplied during the summer months in San Diego. I work a 2 blocks from the ocean so I'm basically distracted half the time by thoughts of surfing and enjoying an ice cold beer on the beach.
What am I doing this weekend you ask? I have a very fun Saturday planned in which I will run to Nordstrom's with my husband to pick up some shoes he ordered, go grocery shopping and, since I'm feeling particularly wicked, I think I'll even get the oil changed in my car. I'm now going to go throw up and lay in the fetal position in the bathroom until I can go home.
On a brighter note, does anyone watch the T.V. show, "Hooking Up?" It's about singles living in Manhattan and dating via the Internet. It's fucking hilarious and it's on Thursday nights.
posted by Martha | 9:25 AM
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