Little Friday

I'm not a big partier, so perhaps I can be forgiven for only just hearing that Thursday has a nickname. Even without going out, I see how it makes sense: the promise of time off just one day away makes many things seem not just possible, but even do-able. In fact, I just worked until 5:30, came home and spent an hour and a half in the kitchen not only cooking dinner, but also cleaning and prepping for the weekend ahead which starts in 19 hours and change.

But now it's late, and I'm tired.

TGILF!