Fridays are back

Sometimes, when you get blindsided, you run in the opposite direction.
You don’t look ahead, you don’t behind, you just run.
Occasionally, that’s a good thing.
Especially when, after a vivid and almost sleepless night, turbo charged with all things ‘weekend’, the first thing your brain rushes to tell you on a lazy Saturday morning is, ‘There’s no turning back, yo!’.
And you just chuckle, because you know it’s true.
And then you laugh, because it's not so bad after all.
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Oh and when I say you, I mean me.