Thursday

I hate Thursday's. I don't just dislike them I actually hate them. Why do I hate them you ask well because they are always horrid. Automatically you are started on the wrong foot realizing that even though you are so close to the weekend you still in fact cannot wear jeans to work. So you rummage out some semi decent sorta professional thing that just gets thrown on. Since you know you are so close to your weekend you get nothing done at work, because all day you are, if you have any life at all, figuring out what happy hour you and all of the other 20 somthing, working, not married, no kids types are doing. Which brings me back to what are you wearing to work on Thursday not only do you have to actually get dressed, but you may need to be semi cool so that you don't look like a complete schlup during happy hour. Thursday's are made for blow up hair dryers, scuffed shoes, no lipstick, annoying drivers and fender benders in the middle of the intersection right before you get to work when you're ten minutes late. Lastly the very very very worst part of Thursday is that you know tomorrow you will have to do all over again, hungover.......................... oh well at least you'll be in jeans.

My spot

So I guess this is my spot in cyberspace, is that right, isn't that the right idea? Everyone's just out there looking for a spot to say this is mine. So what is it that I am calling mine? It's not tangible, I can't taste it, I can't wear it, and it probably won't make me smarter. But there is something so basic about having my very own spot that is just about me that somehow makes me feel better. mmmmhhh is that just the strangest event............