I hate 4 day work weeks.
I feel like I'm falling behind. But I guess that's because I am. I brought a couple scripts home to work on, but life just got in the way so they didn't get written. So I'll have to bust them out out early at work tomorrow.
Hopefully tomorrow goes by fast. I am so fucking ready for the weekend.
3 comments:
First, you title caught my attention. I wrote a song on my birthday last year (in a moment of hormone induced pathos) called "Just Another Day" which I actually worked on (or tried to) yesterday for the first time in a long time.
Then, as I read your post, it sounded like things my 16 year old son has been talking about. He's taking a TV production class at his school. He's comandeered my prototype Peavy electric (given to me by a friend with an endorsement many years ago) and now thinks it's his.
There is some sort of parallelism going on here... (I read your Gretsch post.)
How old is your son?
It sounds a like there is little bit of parallelism.
Hmmmm...
Josh is 13, though he acts like he's 16. He a pretty cool guy and I marvel at the person he's becoming.
I feel the same way about mine. It's pretty neat watching them become themselves.
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