I have this coworker who's in his mid-20s. Living with his girlfriend, who doesn't have a job. Spent the whole of Friday on the phone with her because she had a bad interview (okay, so that conversation couldn't wait until after work), and when he wasn't on the phone with her, he was trying to come up with something to do. Why? Because it's Friday.
Boy. I'm sooooo far past feeling the need to find something to do just because it's Friday. Friday's like any other week night for me, except maybe I stay up a little later to watch a movie or play some games. Still not home until 8:00 p.m., you know.
Work was otherwise work. Home was otherwise home.
Life runs for three.
Life's ball: 2nd and 7 on their own 31.
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