I don’t know why, but I keep thinking it’s Friday.

Listening to Radio Margaritaville, and that new song from that country guy who’s name I can never remember comes on:

Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It’s only half passed twelve but I don’t care
It’s five o’clock somewhere

Well, it’s actually 6:05, but I’ve still got forty minutes left. Forty long minutes.