Working people look forward to Friday. I remember when I thought it was the happest day in the week, but now I dread it because I know the weekend is here again. I hate the weekend. During the week I have the whole town to myself. Well, most of it. There may be a few people out and about, but I can go shopping and have the whole aisle to myself. I don't know why, but I swear Saturday and Sunday have more hours in them than any other day. Today is Saturday and we are into the 28th hour and it's only 5 PM. Tomorrow will be the same way.
I guess I need a vacation.