This post is dumb. If you don't read it, I won't even be offended.

Because I can't, or won't (you choose), talk about what is actually on my mind, and because I feel the need to write, I'm going to talk my opinion of four day weekends.  I love them.  Its like two weekends back to back.  Just for fun.  Sunday night comes, and that sad feeling that usually accompanies Sunday nights is wonderfully absent.  Because you wake up on Monday and its like going back in time and living Saturday all over again! Especially since with my job I only get two days off in a row every two weeks.  Four off is heaven.  Especially when Wednesday is not another day back in the store, but a fun-filled day learning about cold weather gear and getting cheap stuff.  Especially, especially when I do get back to the store I'll have lots of stuff to do, which after a slow summer will be welcome.

And that is all I have to say about that.  Its very possible that I won't have anything better to say until my addled brain gets some much needed rest.