Friday afternoon. The rough part. The weekend’s just hours away. Calling. Beckoning. A sweet siren voice promising hours of endless play. A twitch. A yearning. A need to break out and escape into the warm happy sunshine. Thoughts of ‘no wanna’ bounce in my brain as I gaze at the work pile before me.
Is it time to go home yet?
Posted by munin at Septiembre 12, 2003 01:16 PMHope you have a wonderful weekend!
Posted by: Sue on Septiembre 12, 2003 02:05 PMDoes this mean we won't see you til work hours?
Have a weekend!
Posted by: guruvious on Septiembre 13, 2003 12:17 PM