Oh Friday, I both love and hate you.
I love you because you signal the end of the week. You are the day I can go home, settle down, and watch Netflix with no guilt. You are the perfect day for pizza and beer. Sometimes you even have a college football game. You are the precursor to what we wait for all week.
I also hate you because you are the people realize that they have to finish projects. Friday, you are the day my inbox overflows with project requests, usually asking for last-minute deadlines. Very rarely do I relax on Fridays. Instead I'm in a panic trying to finish everyone else's procrastinated tasks before I can properly enjoy your presence.
I want to enjoy you. Hopefully today is a day that I can.