The Life and Times of S

Is there something called Sad Friday?

So I went over to my good friend R.'s, house yesterday for a BBQ. I arrived at 6.45 pm. Ate. And then fell asleep on her couch at precisely 7.20 pm. Woke up at 9.30 pm. P. had already left to go to another party. My good friend N., and his girlfriend M., brought me home at 10.00 pm.

It's 11.00 pm now. And here I am.
I think now I really know what Sad Friday means.

On a separate note, my good friend from work, T. , asked me again today, without being prompted, if something is wrong. I wonder why that was.

posted by S @ 1:10 PM