But I thought that kinda thing only happened in jail...

So, apparently I am totally Friday's bitch. Every damn week it comes along and kicks me in the shins like, way hard and then calls me mean names. Friday proper (between the hours of 8am - 5pm) is a total asshole.

Friday night is kinda good times though. I'm okay about it.

Today was like... the busiest day EVER! How's that for SUCKING?

I just remembered that I think I have a beer in my fridge. In fact there may be several. I'm feeling pretty good about that right now. I think I want it.

Holy crap.

I think I sprained my brain or something. Can you do that? I'm pretty sure I just did. I'm trying so hard to be funny and it just hurts! I mean what the hell? Nothing is working up there.

I'm mostly just confused. Pretty much like this guy:

















Seriously. What? WHAT??????????????????

Oy.

WHAT????

I want to go home. Please let me go home.

Wah.