It's MY Friday too

I woke up this morning knowing it was my Friday, and yet I wished it was my Saturday.  Sometimes you just want more than you get. 

There is a picnic for my work tomorrow, which is why I don't have to go in tomorrow, making it my Friday.  This whole week went by so fast, and yet so very painfully slow.  Nothing of interest really happened, and I just looked forward to ending my week early.  I even considered not going to the picnic at all.

As it stands now, I'm just happy that sleeping in tomorrow is something I can do.