It’s Friday. You are not feeling at all motivated to do any work. You are slightly hungover, but trying to hide it. You are wearing the same clothes as last night. You can’t tell if you have both contacts in. You are resisting the urge to put your head down on the desk. Just for a minute. Just to rest your eyes…
I feel for you, my little smurflings.
But we are not the first to go through this. For as long as their have been days of the week, there have been end of week doldrums.
Historians talk about the same phenomenon in Ancient Rome. For realsies. I made a C- in an intro to history course (*cough* with open book exams *cough*) in university, so I know from what I speak.
Building aqueducts all week can get old. And constructing new buildings? “Oh you want columns? Bold choice, motherfucker.” So by Friday they had enough. Of course their Fridays might involve a flooded Circus Maximus and them having to fight off lions wearing floaties. But, still…
Even the Amish experience it. You think that by Friday afternoon they aren’t sick of churning butter? They get to the point where they are all, “You know what? Fuck a barn raising. Hitch up my wagon. I’m going to the city to get me a hooker. One whose dress has… a zipper!” True story.
And while it is clearly a common experience, I still hate to see you suffer. I want to give you something fun to do to kill time today.
Sooooo I would like to direct your attention, once again, to my novella. If you look over on the left side, you’ll see that you can read a little preview. It’s the first nine or ten pages!
Reading that can eat up a little chunk of your day.
And then you could buy five copies!
Kidding. I’m kidding.
Four will do.