Half way through the week never sounded so sweet.
Two more days to the work week, then four days of workless bliss. For the non-local's this is the weekend leading to Mardi Gras.
This year is one of those wet years. It won't stop the festivities.
Tomorrow night, in the rain, I'll be at Muses. Friday, I'll probably by miserable.
Friday night it's going to be a pizza and movies. I need to check out from the world for awhile. As for the weekend. I'll roll with it as it comes. No promises, no demands.
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