The Fridays

I totally have a case of the "Fridays."

It takes every effort in my body just to do something that LOOKS like I am being productive. I don't want to be here, but I feel guilty at the thought of leaving. Everything that needs to be done, is. I don't want to do anything else. And so, I'll fill the next hour or so, watching the clock until I feel that enough time has passed when I have put in a "full" day. Weird, I know, but that's just the way it is.