WELCOME TO THE FIRST FUCKING FRIDAY OF THE NEW FUCKING YEAR.

A FEW OF YOU HAVE OBSERVED THAT WE HAVEN'T BEGUN THE FESTIVITIES YET. THAT IS BECAUSE MY HUSBAND IS ACTUALLY WORKING FROM HOME THIS WEEK, AND WE JUST HAD LUNCH. ON A WEEKDAY. AWAY FROM CAMPUS. BECAUSE? FUCK IT! IT'S FRIDAY.

(I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE ENJOYED A FUCK IT FRIDAY SIGNATURE MARGARITA. ASK ME WHY. I DARE YOU.)

WITH A HOLIDAY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WEEK, WE'RE ALL EITHER TOTALLY CONFUSED ABOUT WHAT DAY IT IS, TOTALLY OVER THE HALF WORK-WEEK, OR TOTALLY IN AN AWESOME MOOD AND READY TO FUCK FRIDAY IN AN ENTHUSIASTIC, WELL-RESTED FASHION!

I'VE GOT ENERGY TO SPARE AND I'M STILL GONNA KICK BACK AND LAZE AROUND THE HOUSE BECAUSE: FUCK IT, IT'S FRIDAY.

IN A FEW HOURS, WE'RE HAVING DATE NIGHT. WHY? BECAUSE WE CAN. NOT ONLY IS IT FRIDAY, FLUTERDUDE IS HOME THIS FRIDAY. I'MA HAVE A FEW MORE DRINKS, PROBABLY WRECK MY MANICURE BOWLING, AND BE GENERALLY IRRESPONSIBLE. BECAUSE I CAN.

SO WHETHER YOUR FRIDAY IS OF THE OHFUCKINGHELL VARIETY, OR YOU'RE JUST FEELING SILLY AND LOOSE (LIKE ME)! LET'S ALL JOIN IN AND FUCK OUR FRIDAYS!