Well, Friday, again.
Just like each of them, I can look ahead to a perfectly good weekend shot in the butt. There will be nothing to do, nowhere to go, nothing to see. The same story as it has been for years on end. Shocking.
Still, why should I have to live like this when I didn't go poo poo in anyone's hat. What a bunch of crap. It's always the same; sleep in, call her mother for her shopping list (it could be done by email (HA), which wastes an hour or so, run her errands, gas up the car, deliver for her mother, and viola! another weekend wasted.
Will it ever change? Never go anywhere.
