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I don't know where to go I don't know what to do, I'll just continue to sit here until I think it all the way through. Everybody has a plan but I don't have many, because it takes away the fun and I want to have plenty. Its not like this day doesn't arrive every weekend, to inspire crowds and party's along with drinks and good friends. Its almost like a holiday and technically it is, we worship without knowing setting a long lasting trend. I use to be excited even after a long week of work, but it seems I outgrow this very day that has all of you going berserk. Whenever I get a day off or maybe even two, it feels just like the weekend without the Sunday mood. I have a lot of good memories and can recall certain days, but none of them will compare to the times I had with Friday.