i run-on sentences, and my car should too.
even the best jobs have the ability to make you say, "i'd rather have my spinal chord severed with the dullest caveman blade than work today." i said it today, ill say it tomorrow, and ill say it the day hence. but come friday, i shall wake nice and late and spring from my bed springs and clap in a rhythmic cadence with the syllables of TGIF!!! oh, friday, you are filled with enough glory and wonder and anticipation, i reserve little doubt that you could make the dead dance. friday, dont let me down.