Friday and such

Fridays aren't that cool for me anymore. I generally wake up at 11, go eat lunch, read a bit, and I'm at work at 2. I get off at ten, meet my gf downtown, then go to sleep. The problem here is that I do this EVERY DAY, not just Friday. I no longer have friday afternoon to laze around and be happy that I won't be at work until monday morning. No more happy hours, no summer sunsets on some mexican restaurant patio. No friday afternoons at Barton Springs (and believe me, this is the one i miss most). I guess i'm whining a bit here. I sleep in every day, yet have a job. I can go out every night. It's true. But it's just so damn cold and dark here that I feel like complaining. On to my next point: where are the blogs? Come on people, Blog was the most searched word on the internet in 2004. Well, maybe I made that up. But still, how am I still the only one blogging out there? I mean, lil'steve has got to be doing something interesting! Kyle can tell us stories about how girls get more desperate as they reach their late twenties. Paul can regale us with supreme cour criticism, amanda can just bitch about my own blog, Kejia can probably blow us all out of the water with that nice and shiny Princeton education...come on people! Anyway I might post something this weekend. My friend Ben is coming in for a week from Texas for some beer sampling. In his email he specifically cites the 'Roxy' as being a place he wants to go to. That's like saying you are going to New York City, but are really excited about seeing East Rutherford, NJ. But the Roxy is quite a place, and like the stinking mound of feces known as New Jersey, deserves its due. So everyone enjoy their weekend, drink the requisite amount of margaritas, watch some reality-tv reruns, and write me an email if you have something to say that is worth a response. Unlike me.