Faking Fridays

In a recent conversation with a close friend:

"So..."

"So...?"

"Tomorrow's Friday."

"Yay. I'm so excited!"

Silence.

We stare at one another.

"Ok. I'm not really that excited. But everyone else is excited. So I know I should be excited."

"Right. I know what you mean. I have nothing to look forward to, not really. All I'm doing this weekend is hoping to get more work done."

"Me, too. I mean I'm coming right back to the same place to work."

More staring.

"Well. The good thing is that when I am coming in to work, it will be a Saturday so that means I don't have to see anyone else's face. That's something to be happy about."

Then it sinks in. I'm trying to convince myself, but I'm struggling. Heavily.

"Maybe I'm not that excited."

"Oh. But we should be. We can fake our Fridays."

So there. You got it. I've been totally faking my Fridays all along.