It never fails. Every Friday morning I'm ready for the weekend, I'm thinking about what I'm going to do on that night. And ever Friday around 4pm the only thing I think to want to do is go home and lounge. Most times I ignore that voice and proceed, full throttle into an evening, evenings that increasingly end well before midnight.
Closing Thought: I got find a way to kick these afternoon energy dips.
The Fear: I'm growing increasingly concerned that Robert Goulet is close by. I've even seen this man recently, strangely only in the bathroom when I'm washing my hands.
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