We will sushi.

[cieo]

Every minute that passes brings me closer to glorious sushi. Come on Friday, come on, come on, Friday. Sushi, I'll walk through wind and snow to feel you on my tongue. Fish, raw slivers melting in my mouth the way you were meant to. It's right. On my plate, fillet of mine, you will fulfill your destiny, your life's plan, your spiritual journey towards enlightenment that is my gastrointestinal tract. Be one with me.

On Friday, I'll cast all worries aside and indulge in an endless array of all that is good in the world. On Friday, I will be euphoric.