Friday Eve (Thursday, January 03, 2008)

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Five days a week
Yes, there is such a thing as Friday Eve, and it comes once a week. Gives you something to look forward to at least once a week ya know? Every day of the week has a feel, save for Tuesday. Monday is, well, Monday. Catch up w/co-workers about the weekend, get back in the groove, yada yada. Wednesday is Hump Day: 1/2 way through the week! Thursday is the Day Before Friday, or Friday Eve. And Friday needs no explanation. But Tuesday is kinda bland, has no feel. I think it was The Kings who wrote (and sang) "nothing matters but the weekend/from a Tuesday point of view". That's the only good thing I can say about Tuesday. That, and wasn't Tuesday the creepy girl in The Addams Family?

The weekend
Me thinks this weekend should be a good one. I think I may get the next tattoo. If not this Saturday, then soon. And Sunday is the Bucs playoff game, and my first NFL playoff experience. And the weather is finally gonna get warm. By Canadian borderland standards this is quite balmy I'm sure, but fuckin' bloody hell it's cold for Florida. Actual "wind chill", shit like that. No-sirree-bob, bring back my 70's during the day, 60's/high 50's at night thank you very much. If I wanted Iowa like temps I'd live in Chicago. Same climate, much better city. I wanna wander the beach barefoot in shorts, not dressed like Nanook of the North. My dogs are not sled dogs for fuck's sake!

Shut up & drive
I realize that lately I've been bitching & whining a lot. I'm a pretty lucky bloke & really have no right to; life could be a helluva lot worse. I'm blessed & should be more thankful for what I've got. Not like earthly material possessions but in other ways. Time to let go of the past, learn my lessons/take my lumps, but smile & walk on, move along.

TV commercials
OK, so this just struck me, trivial as it may be. The new Bud Light commercials ("dude"), are fuckin' hysterical. Makes me laugh each time. The Cadillac commercials ("the question is, when you turn your car on, does it return the favor?") are stupid as hell. If you car turns you on...well, the only car that could turn me on would be a Ferrari. And even then, c'mon...I'd hafta undergo some self-evaluation. My Camry gets me from A to B but no, it does not turn me on, and if it did I'd be worried. Even if it was a Cadillac. Word.

Alright, time to close shop. Have a groovy weekend, eat something painfully spicy, drive really fast w/your eyes closed, and GO BUCS! And that is all.