The following is a letter I sent to my significant other in response to a short email telling me to have a wonderful day:
"I just got out of our morning meeting. I hope to get enough done today that on Monday morning I don’t have the exact same thing to report. The weather outside is ugly and people in traffic are weird, but in a totally different way from how they were the previous 2 weeks. My hair is doing funky things and won’t behave and my leg keeps feeling like something is crawling on it, which started last night, but when I look there is nothing there. My nose is running and the radio people wouldn’t give me a traffic report the ENTIRE morning, but they did warn about how horrible the flu is this year. I have coffee. I haven’t pooped. I need to drink some coffee and then go poop. Then I can get rolling."
I don't think I am fully in the Friday spirit yet.