Friday night drinking.

Who even knows what happens on Saturday mornings?

It’s just headaches and regret and glasses of water you have to drink but which might make you throw up.

I remember being up at like 6 for G.I. Joe.

Did that cartoon disappear or did I just stop showing up to watch it?

I remember being younger and waking up on Sunday morning with all of Sunday ahead of me, plenty of time to relax and have a day to myself;.

Now I’m older. When I wake up on Sunday now, it feels like it might as well be Monday already.

The cartoons didn’t let us down. We just stumbled into the future. It’s never Saturday morning anymore. It always Monday morning. Every time I blink, it’s fucking Monday morning again.