Friday

I want to eat something terrible today.

Friday: sunny, chilly. I actually spent a solid minute last night where I had to mentally convince myself it was Thursday, because my internal clock is completely borked since leaving work. Helpfully, Shawshank’s morning post comfirmed today is Friyay. He also pondered whether or not Friday is really the start of the weekend if one…

Steak sandwiches, audits, and why I considered shitting on a supervisor’s car.