I've been up for three days straight now.  It's now 7 am on a Friday morning. Some local Community College that I recently started attending has reasons for me being on time that I will never understand. So I comply with their rigorous demands and make my way downstairs. It's time to try and restore this body back to health that I have so utterly ruined in the last 72 hours. I finish my meal but I'm immediately dealt with a problem that is tough to remedy at 7:45 in this god awful morning, I do not have any transportation. My car was impounded last week. Those dirty pigs took my ride when they suspected me and my associate of driving under the influence, which was probably true at the time, but is currently making my life extremely difficult.

So I decide on the sad idea of public transportation since I have no other option. This nightmare ends when I see a drug fueled car full of hippies offering me a ride. I hesitate for a second. The idea of piss stained seats and b.o. on four wheels packed with other degenerates becomes less horrible than the idea of a bunch of confused teenage hippies on a weekend getaway, so I get into their ride. 

I am now in a car full of long haired freaks whacked out on what I can only assume is LSD. I wonder which seat should I take. But which one is right for me? I end up being thrown into the back area of this car as my only option.  It smells like patchouli and cheap reefer.

After moments of long hard thought I realize it doesn't matter, it's Friday.  My associates and acquaintances I know are only looking foreword to the weekend. I go along with this ride as an experiment and a test to man's true nature as a physical beast.  I must get beyond the fact that it is now not just the day known to many as "Friday" but try and enjoy myself for what it truly is, a long dark ride deap into the soul of true consciousness.

As we drive along on the highway warm waves of self actualization remind me that I've been looking forward to the weekend for much longer of a period than the current moment of my hell that I am entrapped upon.  A college room mate of mine is throwing a party that I have been looking forward to for quite some time now. It should fun. This is why I'm looking forward to the weekend.

I want to take this excellent blotter that I received from a friend of mine. He's a Russian immigrant.  He said it would take me higher than I've ever been before. So I take it. Thirty minutes later and all I can say is how much I love this ridiculous day called Friday.

I want to party.

I want to enjoy my Friday.

I'm now realizing that I still have the weekend.

This will be the high and gratification that I have been looking forward to all week.

Think about it, yesterday was named Thursday.  What an odd name for a day of the week? 

I am excited. Tomorrow is Saturday and then comes Sunday.

Rebecca Black is the anti-christ.