Fridays, when you're unable to work or do anything, when you're house-bound by illness (even if temporary) loses its meaning and becomes yet just another day of the week. It's true. I'm not exactly sure when Fridays actually meant anything to me, to tell you the truth, and I'm not exactly sure how to make Fridays (or weekends) special again. Ah, who cares, right?
Yeah, that's kind of where I am today, muddling over the broken artifacts of a life I used to live.
Blah. Damn prednisone.
Laugher is about the only thing that gets me from point A to point B from one day to the next, and if I can't make Fridays special, I can at least make them funny. Right?
Yeah. That's what I'm telling myself today. ;p
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