Another damned Friday
Since I've been back at work, Fridays are kicking my ass.
I think it's because by the time Friday rolls around, I'm panting at the end of my chain, looking for escape. It's the end of the week, the end of holding myself up, the end of putting on the happy (or at least neutral) public face. But it could also be partly because Teddy was born on a Friday. In any case, I want to go home and lock myself into the bathroom so I can take a 3-hour bubble bath while drinking scotch straight from the bottle.
So, this Friday, I'm cheering myself up with Bill Cosby. My dad has a bunch of Bill Cosby records and let us listen to them when we were little, and I've got a deep fondness for the chicken heart, the go carts story, the tonsils, and for the cavemen eating bushes...
But Noah is my all-time favorite. This is just a still image, with a soundtrack. Sit back and pretend you're listening to an LP, why don't you.
I think it's because by the time Friday rolls around, I'm panting at the end of my chain, looking for escape. It's the end of the week, the end of holding myself up, the end of putting on the happy (or at least neutral) public face. But it could also be partly because Teddy was born on a Friday. In any case, I want to go home and lock myself into the bathroom so I can take a 3-hour bubble bath while drinking scotch straight from the bottle.
So, this Friday, I'm cheering myself up with Bill Cosby. My dad has a bunch of Bill Cosby records and let us listen to them when we were little, and I've got a deep fondness for the chicken heart, the go carts story, the tonsils, and for the cavemen eating bushes...
But Noah is my all-time favorite. This is just a still image, with a soundtrack. Sit back and pretend you're listening to an LP, why don't you.
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