Fridays make me jumpy. Maybe it's the leftover alcohol from watching last night's game. (Stupid Sox.) I agree with Amy — as long as Derek Jeter loses I'll be happy. Or maybe it's my freaky Atkins vitamins. Whatevs.
Again I will appraoch the weekend without too much excitement, but secretly hope for the best. But Amy and I are going to Hi Life tomorrow, and that's always great.