Friday I'm in love

Even when I am paid to do something really interesting, even when there have been many public holidays in the week, even when I like going out lots of different nights of the week including Tuesday, I am still in love with Fridays.
I know that when 5 o'clock comes (or 3:30, or whenever I just can't stand it anymore) I'm out the door and down the pub. And thats the way it should be.
I know thats really a banal observation, but even though I do have a coffee on my desk (one of the long and noble line of instants that make my day go smoothly) its Friday, and my mind is already anticipating the delights of sleeping in, going to super secret suprise birthday functions, and house cleaning escapades that say to me 'weekend'.