Help me.

My friends.  Help me.


Somethings wrong.
Desperately, desperately wrong.

It's Friday morning.  I love Fridays.  I love mornings.
But not this one.  I feel stale.  Fuzzy.

I feel abandoned.  Empty.  Dry.

I feel weak.  Like death.  Like I am going to die. I am dead.

What is this?! A gift from heaven?  Sweet nectar to bring me back to life?  My knight in shining armour?


I love Fridays.