Fridays are the lonliest of the whole week. Fridays I get to stay home and vegetate. Fridays I embrace the computer geek in me. Fridays I don't see him. Fridays run like molasses on a rusty gear, to mix similies.

Amabat, amare timebat.

Translated, that means "he loved, and was afraid to love." Now, children, who could we apply that nice little phrase to? Me? But I flatter myself! Self-analysis is so overrated, just like Fridays.

Fuck. I don't care anymore. I can't concentrate, and I can't type. I just want this day to be over. I can't stand this.

~AF