Thanks for being so lame. Every day I consider the things I would rather be doing instead of you and the list is endless. It includes pushing wood splinters up into my fingernails, scrubbing my toilet with a toothbrush while brushing my teeth with the same said toothbrush, stabbing myself in the eye…repeatedly, playing chicken with a freight train, cleaning up the cat vomit blindfolded, and of course, the old standby driving over my own foot while slamming my hand in the car door. Each item is more appealing than you. Thank God it’s Friday.