Friday

The weekend is near. I am once again torn by the irony of what a Friday Day is to me anymore.

The girls were going out. We've gone out last week. We're going out again this week. Suddenly, I realise that being deprived of social involvement with the girls has made me aged a millenium. And once again, I could scan magazines and see familiar faces. Mine. Jules. Sue.

I wasn't certain if those days were gonna come back. Or if it was just hopeful me.

Much has changed. I used to chaperon these two girls. Now it seems I need it more than they do. Then again, if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't know how to value a torchlight phone.

Thank you, party girls for improvising. I love that picture of us in the dark.