Friday! Woooooo! It’s Frid… oh bugger it I don’t have the energy.
Friday used to mean the start of the weekend, it was the gateway to the land of drinking, laughing and all the accoutrement of being young and having an actual social life. Plus the toe curling hangovers that turn every Monday into a day where you can speak only the following phrases:
And of course.
“I think I’m done throwing up.”
Now Friday means I get to sleep and well that’s pretty much it really. Honestly if it weren’t for my cats vocal (and furniture destroying) insistence that they require food to live, I would just fall asleep as soon as I got home from work and wake up for work again on Monday morning.
Friday also has the unfortunate distinction of unsettling me every time I hear it said aloud. (For obvious reasons.)
Anyway, it’s Friday and at least for this weekend that means I get to relax and unwind while my co-workers head out on a recon mission to confirm information that was “obtained” by Katie. (I say obtained cause it’s the least upsetting way to describe it, for you and me.)
The only thing I should be thinking of for the next two days is whether or not I have (or want) a boyfriend… oh and also, I need to buy loo roll.
I am determined to have a calm, normal and danger-free weekend.
Buzz! – Things Lee says before the gunfire starts!
Okay where's the vodka?