It’s cold. You’re lonely. You’re sad. You might even have a touch of depression … or maybe it’s just anxiety you can’t get rid of. The economy sucks. Your bank account blows. You’re not quite sure what a WikiLeak is. You’re over Oprah. You’ve got lots of work to do, but you can only think of repairing a situation, which you know will never happen, so you’re not sure why you’re clinging to hope like a cat sliding down a curtain into the open jaws of waiting dog. You’re tired of being tired.

But … dammit … it’s Friday! There’s a beer waiting at the end of 5 o’clock. Enjoy.