Thank *four-letter swear word* it's friday

Ladies and gentlemen, have a good weekend. May you be able to rest, play with your loved ones, do some yoga or your other choice of exercise, watch a good film, read a good book, listen to good music, imbibe good alcohol (not some cheap fizz that will give you a hangover) so that you may:

1. Forget that you have an annoying boss.
2. Forget that you feel that you have a job not worth doing. Heck, at least you still have a job.
3. Think of all the starving children in Africa (dunno what the relevance of this is, but I thought I'd better throw it in).
4. Refuse to worry about the state of the world today (Rumsfeld/al Quaida/Hamas et. al can do what they want as long as they do not interfere with your moment of joy for the weekend).
5. Forget that you just found out that someone else in a law firm is getting interviews at nice places in New York, but you aren't, and you probably never will be.
6. Forget that your colleagues are on medication because of stress.
7. Feel free to talk about clubbing and clubgear without upsetting some over-sensitive secretary.

What a *four-letter swear word* of a week this has been. They say when things hit rock bottom, it can only get better. Well, you know what? It had better get better sharp-ish.

Peace to all monkeys, platypi (is this the right plural?), strawberries and mankind. Over and out.