Ah the sweet smell of Friday, and your american hero Jak has been understandibly looking foward to this.  Work was only a half day, I was gone by lunchtime, that happens every Friday.  Also on every Friday I am starting a new tradition to stop by the store, pick up a sandwich and a rose, go to the cemetary and have lunch with my father.  It's probably the most peaceful time of my week.  Afterwards I went to the gym for a couple of hours to take out my agressions on an illeptical.  Tonight a couple of friends from work wanted to go get drinks and shoot the breeze about their ever so monotaneous week, so we all went to the local O'charley's.  I'm back to my apartment from there, a little tired now, so now I'm making my entry and heading to bed.