I AM STILL FEELING THE SHAME OF LAST FRIDAY, IN WHICH THINGS WERE SO FUCKED I TOTALLY FORGOT IT WAS FRIDAY.

NEVER FEAR, GROUP THINK. TODAY, I KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS.

IT IS A TWO DEGREE DAY FILLED WITH GENERAL MUSIC CLASSES AND MEETINGS ABOUT HOW TO TEACH SO THAT STUDENTS WILL LISTEN. AS SOMEBODY WHO Y'KNOW. TEACHES GENERAL REQUIREMENTS PROFESSIONALLY, I FEEL THIS WILL EITHER BE THE BEST OF TIMES OR THE WORST OF TIMES.

BUT WHATEVER. I AM JUST ONE FOUR HOUR MEETING AND TWO TWO-DEGREE ARCTIC TREKS AWAY FROM MY FUCKING WEEKEND!!!!! I WILL SPEND THE INTERVENING TIME DAYDREAMING OF TAHITIAN BEACHES AND DRINKS FILLED WITH RUM.

REAL LIFE IMAGE OF ME, PRESSING MY NOSE AGAINST THE GLASS OF A FRIDAY:

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I THINK I FORGOT TO TELL YOU ALL THAT I'VE SECRETLY BEEN A MANATEE THIS WHOLE TIME. HOW DO I TYPE? WE'LL SAVE THAT FOR ANOTHER FUCKING FRIDAY.

HOW'S YOUR FUCKIT FRIDAY GOING, GT?