So Friday comes again... and apparently Jules' parents are here. I think they must have just gotten off the long plane flight so they are tired. So what do i do with myself. that is always the question on a Friday night. Not really that much to do. except stay up a little later than usual watching crappy TV. I have a movie I bought to watch. Maybe I can get myself something to drink as well. Haven't been drinking very much lately. So some vodka might be fun, i have lots of orange juice after shopping last night.

The conclusion to that boring internal monologue is: what do I do on Friday? Get drunk... and then go into work the next day because you have nothing better to do.