It's Friday afternoon, I've finally finished a very intense week at work. It was physically rough, but everything went well, so this is a good thing.
I've got a lot of stuff I want to do this weekend: some things necessary duties, some things just fun things to do. But there is a lot I want to get done this weekend.
So why do I have to feel like curling up and dying? It's the weekend! Leave that shit for Monday through Thursday. Stupid mind.