What I do on Fridays...

Wake up, go to work. Get trained in sexual harrasment. Eat lunch. Return to work. Have a company meeting and get my chair/desk stolen. Get my final server running. Watch it fail. Lack access to start it again. Hate everything. Go to a bar with coworkers. Play darts. Lose twice. Drink more. Have a turkey club. Feel odd tired/sick feeling in my face go away. Feel it return. Have another beer. Talk a cab driver into driving me to Pete's house. Chat with cabbie. Hit party. Tell three stories, one old, one stolen and one from five minutes before, about poop. Hang with Chris. Drink. Watch him dump beer for he hates it. Burn thumb on something. Play guitar. Listen to owner of Gibson play guitar. Get ride home. Wake up with hangover and eat peanut butter.

That's pretty normal for most Fridays. Just in case you were wondering. Only difference between Friday and Saturday is that I sleep all day instead of work.

Tomorrow (sun): Apple picking! Who doesn't love fresh squeezed apple cider?
- posted by Pat @ 1:34 PM