This is the second Friday I've spent as a bum. The value of a Friday is starting to diminish...
About a month before my resignation, while in the thick of things at the workplace, I realized that the value of a weekend has tripled for me. As every hour passes on a Friday, the excitement builds up. The thought of sleeping before the sun goes up at least for the next two days was enough energy to go through Friday.
Now that I have all the time in my hands, Friday doesn't seem to be all that important anymore. Everyday is a Friday...No wait..everyday is a weekend! Splendid huh? Not so much, after a while. Boredom is starting to set in.
