Another Friday down the drain. I don’t mean that in a negative or unproductive sense, just that my Friday has slowly washed away as Fridays tend to do, albeit at the pace of a giant block of ice sitting in the shade on a scalding hot day. To set the metaphoric scene, the temp melts the ice, not the sun beams.
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