you're already tired?

Friday comes so quickly. Just when you think time has slowed down just enough to savor, something comes around and everything speeds up again. Friday has always seemed the same. Just another day. Another flip of the word calendar. Another collared shirt. Another necktie. Once in a while, on special Fridays, I would even be so bold as to leave the necktie behind. Today is Friday, tomorrow is Friday and yesterday was Friday. Yesterday is tomorrow, tomorrow is today, today is yesterday and it all runs together like a blender full of Mondays. God knows I hate Mondays.

I got a call from an old friend on a Friday and time stood still. It's the song that you've written a thousand times even though it's not your voice on the radio. The song that makes you cry. The song that makes you laugh. The song that makes you dance in the street when no one is around. This is how time feels when you can live in it. I got a call from an old friend on a Friday and I lived in it. Everything slowed down until it stopped and with each twirl of the cord, I felt a little more alive. We talked for what seemed like hours until the line went cold. We talked for what seemed like hours until my fingers were tired from their twirling. It's moments like this where time is like cream in coffee. It's sweet. It's immortal. It's whatever the hell you want it to be, but it surely doesn't feel like Monday and it's been Friday for twenty two hours. God knows I hate Mondays.

I called an old friend on a Friday and there was no answer. I called an old friend on a Friday with my fingers wrapped around the cord. I called an old friend on a Friday and Monday seemed closer with each ring from the other end.I called an old friend on a Friday and there was no answer. Another collared shirt. Another necktie. Another flip of the word calendar. I guess I'll just have to wait for that phone to ring again, but Friday comes so quickly and it feels like a blender full of Mondays. God knows I hate Mondays.