I didn't really know how to reply to that. I guess it can't hurt, y'know?
My reaction tonight has been:
1. So. Today was my last day of work.
2. Which means that today is technically Friday.
3. FRIIIIIDAY! FUCK IT!
4. And I don't mean "fuck it" in the proper English sense (if there even is such a thing)
5. I mean the raunchiest, most elongated phrase you can muster from your lungs.
6. Seriously, channel Cheech Marin from "From Dusk Till Dawn": "FUUUUUCK IIIIIIIIT!"
7. YEAH. Now you're in my headspace.
8. Did I seriously just write "From DUCK Till Dawn"? What kind of twisted fucking slashfic is my mind coming up with?!