Friday, you’re taking too long.

It’s Thursday. That means that tomorrow is Friday. Blessed, wonderful Friday. People have been asking me what I’m going to do for the weekend. I simply tell them, “Nothing”. Yes, I have no set agenda. Whatever happens will happen. If all I do this weekend is lounge around in my pajamas and finish a good book, then fine. If Publisher’s Clearing House wants to stop by and hand me a check for 10 million dollars, bring it.

I love Friday. But it sure is taking it’s precious time to show up.

Play nice, Roomie.

Roommates can be a lot of fun. But they can also be a major pain in the backside too. Sometimes you end up with a roommate that you can’t talk to if your life depended on it. It doesn’t matter how hard you try to stir up a conversation with them, you usually end up only making polite small talk.

“So… how was your day?”

“Good. Yours?”

“Pretty good.”

“Good.”

Awwwwkwaaaard….