It's the freedom, people

You know what I've decided? the best day of the week, by far, by leagues, has got to be Friday. I mean, I know everybody says it's Saturday or whatever because there's this great party and he got smashed and she fell down the stairs and that random guy that nobody knows ate every cupcake in the kitchen and munted on the doormat. But see, Friday is the day when anything is possible. Once school's out, it's suddenly all there, laid out beofre your eyes like a carpet of sequins leading up to the nightclub door and the hot bouncer therein. It's like, you don't have reality to sully your dreams. You can fill your heart to bursting with shiny happy hope because the party has yet to turn out to be a dud where you spend all your time trying to keep your wasted friend from spewing up yesterday's sandwich all over the DJ. It hasn't happened yet. So you can sit there and dream the fabulous dream like all the starlets in Hollywood. your turn is just around the corner, and you have yet to find out that what lies around there is actually the overflowing Dumpster behind the scungy Chinese restaurant.