Today is Friday but it doesn’t feel much different to me. I have that “I thought it was Friday” feeling most days now. I like my job and I’m starting a company I’ve been dreaming up for over a year now. I’m finally living right, life is work and play and everything else all rolled into one. This just took some goals and strategizing.
Lived for a few years like everyday was Saturday. Party every day. Always had the next day to recover and do a little work. But I never did really did work or recover because the next day ended up being another Saturday. Unsustainable.
The bad times were a solid mix of Mondays and Sundays. I was either treading through work or nursing a hangover while dreading the next day of misery. At a low point, you can’t even appreciate the days between meaningless work and dreadful rest.
Most people live a pathetic mix of all the days, because that’s what the calendar suggests. That’s what makes sense if you just go along with it.
The dream of retirement, depending on the person and their current mood, is either a life of Saturdays or a life of Sundays. All partying or all solemn resting. Fuck your eternal weekend.
Work on Friday, sure, but you know you’re about to have a break. It’s easier to see the fun in your work. If you’re an eccentric yet ambitious maniac like myself, everyday should be Friday.
Its all the same thing. We are but the trillionth finger of god. It’s all work and play. I love this shit.
We imagined the days of the week and their functions. It’s Friday baby! Oh yeah!
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