Fridays are like this.
Fridays are jeans.
And an end to the madness. (Sometimes the beginning to even MORE madness, but...)
Fridays are light.
Not like Mondays, which, you guessed it, seem heavy.
Dinner out. Or a rented DVD to watch.
Honking horns.
Fridays. Feel like paydays.
They feel like hope.
And energy.
Ah, Fridays.
