Fridays

It occured to me on Friday that my most of my week revolves around one single day. On Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I talk about how I wish it was already Friday. Thursdays -- well it's almost Friday. Of course, on Friday I proclaim all day long to anyone who will listen that I'm so happy its Friday. I'm content letting Saturday be what it is, but by the time Sunday rolls around I'm wishing it was Friday again. It's sad when you think about it -- for one thing I'm wishing too much time away. For another it proves that I truly have nothing interesting to say. I think I need a hobby. Maybe I'll take up quilting or knitting or something. Then again, maybe not.