Permanent Friday

Friday rules. Vast vestiges of unrealized possibilty lies stretched ahead unfettered of limitations, a refrigerator after going grocery shopping, the opening credits of a movie. The world is but a globe for you to spin and put your finger on. I am the sun burning so bright you can't see the stars around me. An avalanche teetering on a corpuscle named quitting time at work. Go out and hoist a Miller for all the working men and women grindin through another 40 with Monday just a fairy tale. I was so geeked up I didn't even end up doing anything. Here's to my American bro's and sis's coming up on a sweet Friday. It's all good.