At jobs I've had in the past, the big Friday celebration was the minute hand hitting the 5 o'clock hour which was then followed by a tiring commute home, making supper and finally getting to tucker down in front of a movie and try not to think of everything I had to jam into the weekend.
Yesterday I decided the epitome of the weekend is in the moment Friday night that I turn off the alarm clock for the next morning. Come what may, I won't be woken up for it (probably).
Not to mention that my alarm clock radio, which I've had for about 20 years, only gets in one station and I wake up every morning to raunchy radio. I know I should switch it to the beeper, but canned laughter stills beats the incessant beeping.
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