It's dark at 5pm. That sucks. It makes me want to eat mashed potatoes and warm bread with melted butter then curl up on the couch, under a fuzzy blanket and watch a cheesy romantic movie with a 30-second, hyperintense kissing scene and no plot then go to bed at 8pm and hit snooze when the alarm goes off in the morning and claim sleeplessness when I show up at work, groggy, with chunks of sleep in the corners of my eyes and a really, really bad ass attitude sitting invisibly but heavily right next to the chip on my shoulder. I'm glad it's Saturday.