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Ah, the arrival of the weekend. The end of the workweek! We shed our skins and become new and fresh again!
But before we release ourselves to the wilds or freedom and family and, for the wicked, fornication, we should look about and nod our heads and sail through the room on a wave of nostalgia.
Fare thee well, dear workplace! Again we shall meet!
And all too soon will we grow another skin.
That's all well and good, assuming that we actually get the weekend off.
ReplyDeleteI've been wearing my work skin for the last 16 1/2 hours.
By the way, Theric,
ReplyDeleteNice arms.