For some reason, Friday nights have become the loneliest night of the week for me. My husband works, I usually have to wake up at the crack of dawn for work on Saturday mornings, and everyone I know seems to be doing something else, something better. It's just another night, and I know I've already had enough fun in my life for 3 people, but something about the expectations of the weekend and my tendency toward hermitude makes it seem like I'm missing something. Oh well. Friday nights can go fuck themselves.
Cheers!
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