If you ask, what is my favorite day of the week, I will say: "Sunday, evening"
Previously, I often had to force myself to do something. Then I thought I loved Friday night. Of course! How to love Him?
All week long work, home, cooking, cleaning: get up, Fall asleep, Go, fall asleep. You sit in the sticky viscosity of the morning, a class of semolina porridge. In the middle of the day, lack of sleep gives way to fatigue. You go home, do household chores, sitting until midnight. The whole week is "necessary," and only the Friday evening is briefly "want". It remains to go to work last day on Saturday, and all freedom Now in my life of freedom more.
Freedom is the thing because of which one wants to grow up no one scolds, parents will not call the director, do what you want turned out to be a really favorite time is a Sunday evening. And that's why.
Sunday This is the victory of order over the chaos of the weekend, it is pacification, anticipation of a new, low start, when you know that you will run well. But Friday I still love. Since Friday, real life begins uncontrollable turmoil. recreation. Lovingly adjusted everyday routine, crumpled, flies draft in a trash can. But then Saturday, and Saturday is a panic of freedom. Time is, It's yours, Honored, you just have to figure out how to use it better. And the tremor begins to snap at the movies of books, friends, wine. This Friday is so late burger
Then, it seems, is still something Spanish, nachos, late indecent cheese with bread, taxi, at home at 3 nights, dubious decision to watch a movie
I also really like beer
, Caesar salad,
and whiskey with cola
