So! It's a lovely Friday here in AnyTown, USA! Everyone is rarin' to get to their weekend activities early so they can clog up traffic by 6 PM. I think I'll enjoy a rare evening of sitting by my faithful dog and lighting my toes on fire! It's got to be better then risking a more serious injury like stubbing your toe falling off the sidewalk while avoiding that crazed, knife-wielding maniac with women's underwear on his head. Or spraining your wrist while you fend off hungry sharks in your rapidly sinking vessel.
On the other hand it might be a really good weekend. Maybe you have drunken sex with someone you don't know AND you didn't contract that new super-virus that liquefies your lungs. Certainly a win-win situation if ever there was one. But at the end of your weekend or more accurately on Sunday, you start thinking about how much time you have left to enjoy and it's just not enough. You can already see the goons you work with leering at you and asking inane questions: "How was YOUR weekend? Do anything fun?!" And the truth of the matter is that up until that very moment your weekend was fine but Monday has occurred and you're back to grinding your teeth when you have to ask your co-worker to kindly move out of the way so you can get to your sweeping.
Well it's not time for that just yet. Thankfully you have the full weekend to look forward to. And if you see me, don't make fun of the underwear on my head.
