friday

[umitskenny]

it's that day again.

it's friday.

the day i look forward to.

and with my luck,

all, not just one, but all of my plans fell through

so i'm stuck at home.

you know that feeling, that depressing, draining, heavy, gut wrenching, you-want-to-explode, you don't even really know why because there are too many things to count feeling.

i hate that feeling.

i want to disappear.

i need an escape,

and it hasn't come yet

so to my long awaited, dear dear Friday

i bid you farewell

i'm back off to bed.

maybe tomorrow.

give me a call,

i could use something to think about.