This, I must say has been one of those weeks. Not one of those, is it still only Monday weeks, mind you. More one of those, everyday feels like Friday weeks. Since Wednesday I've felt like the weekend starts the next day. You'd think that would make for the world's slowest week. Let me tell you it did not. Of course it helps when you work half days Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.
Half days are fun. Especially this time of year, especially on a Friday. It gives you a nice, long weekend. The weather is great, the sun is shining. All that's needed is a trip to our not so nice beaches with a beer in hand. Or you could go the hippy route. Bring some weed, get high and go for a walk on a hiking trail. Enjoy the refreshing sounds of nature. I'd much prefer the part hippy route. Go for a hike to enjoy the refreshing sounds of nature. Just leave the weed out.
I love half days. Until you start the next week. Then you find yourself back to those full work days. It usually takes a day or two to re-adjust. Hey, as long as you have a window to the outside world it's not so bad.
Wait, I think I got myself off track. Oh wandering stream of conscious mind, good job. Time to focus. As I was trying to say. The last half of the week has felt like Friday. I get home, relax and think, "sweet the weekend is here." Then I realize, nope it's not. It's only Thursday. Only one day left. Today is officially Friday. It means the weekend is finally here. It means I will be seeing Kowalski and Maybe I'll Catch Fire tomorrow. It means the band is playing a show. Lastly, it means beer pong.
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