Thank God for weekends! They seem to come just in time. Just when I think I can't take another second. Right when I am ready to blow sky high.. it's Friday. I can take a deep breath, back it down a notch, and spend some time with my son. I worry that some day Friday won't get here in time but it always does.
Today I worked on a computer that has a funky screen. It was very similar to staring into a fluorescent light, one with a bad ballast. You know, the kind that don't seem to light all the way. Came home with a screaming headache and have had nothing but problems since I hit the door here too. But know what? It does not matter. Tomorrow is Saturday. I do not have to do anything I don't want to do on Saturdays. Wanna mess with my Saturday? Go ahead. Make my day. (no Mark, this does not mean you can call me to work tomorrow)
