“Excuse me, you look like you love me

Well well welly, Wellington. It seems that it’s Friday. And it’s a Good Friday. The coffee has been brewed, and Podrick is pissed off at me, because I covered the door knob, and now he can’t get into the bedroom. But since the door is closed, and he can’t open it, it’s the end of his fucking world.

I have two more shifts for my week. Tonight and tomorrow night. Unless a co-worker takes me up on my offer to switch shifts with me tomorrow. Then I’d close. But he probably won’t, because tomorrow, he’d be working with his best friend, and wouldn’t be the adult in charge of shit.

So, more than likely, I’ll close tomorrow.

It doesn’t matter to me either way, in the grand scheme of things.

Although, if he does switch with me, we’d be able to go and get groceries tomorrow, instead of Monday afternoon. So we’ll see. If I do open, I’ll have to get up early. If not, I get to sleep.

So yeah, let’s get this day started. It’s sunny, but probably cold. So it’s a Friday during “spring” in the prairies. Hope y’all have a great Friday!

Possibly, even a Good Friday.