Feeling: Flippant
Listening to: Foo Fighters - Everlong
Reading/Watching: All the friends who keep buying me dinner to support my dwindling meal card.

The thing about Fridays is, they have a secret magic.

Just the mention of the word sends a thrill through anyone over the age of five and under sixty-five. It has a power all its own, that promise that whatever you've been dealing with for five days is going on hiatus soon.

It makes everyone around here looney. We're all about to start bouncing off the walls, because tonight there's a party in Sara's apartment and the music group hasn't done anything together all year, except the choir Superbowl party, which was something of a bust.

So tonight, we're wild, we're free, we have finals on Monday and the party's BYOB, so off we go.

It's amazing, how when you put a person under pressure for an extended period time (for example, me with recital and a certain Boy and school), they can forget how good it feels to be free. Now the recital is over. The Boy is no longer causing trouble. School is drawing to a rapid close.

I'm like those little caplets you put in water, and once the plastic binding dissolves, they suddenly explode outward into a sponge shaped like a monkey.

I'm a newly freed monkey sponge.

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