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Jan. 16th, 2004 09:33 amI am so ridiculously excited that it's Friday. I have little butterflies in my stomach whenever I think about the fact that it's Friday. This started yesterday when I was thinking about the fact that tomorrow was Friday.
It's not that I have anything at all planned for the weekend. It's not even that this week was that bad, as bad weeks can go. Boring, dragging, pedestrian, with moments of stress and annoyance, but not the ripping, crushing, condiment-faces-on-a-plate kind of whack out that results from a truly horrible week. It's just been vaguely disappointing, and I'm really happy that I don't have that much more of it left.
Off to reorganize my rolodex. Yes, I'm that bored.
It's not that I have anything at all planned for the weekend. It's not even that this week was that bad, as bad weeks can go. Boring, dragging, pedestrian, with moments of stress and annoyance, but not the ripping, crushing, condiment-faces-on-a-plate kind of whack out that results from a truly horrible week. It's just been vaguely disappointing, and I'm really happy that I don't have that much more of it left.
Off to reorganize my rolodex. Yes, I'm that bored.