So here's how an actual Friday looks in my life...
I get up early, like really early. Or at least I try. The alarm goes off at about 5:30am but typically I sleep through it for awhile until it wiggles its way into my head and I finally open one-eye and hit snooze. Obviously he has no interest in getting up either.
This nugget eventually starts chirping and when I'm finally up she dances cautiously around my feet until I give her breakfast. Little beggar.
Then I'm finally awake and I get ready to face the day. My warpaint consists of: BB creme, burgundy blush and a swipe of mascara.
If you look very closely through the fog as the train crosses the bridge you can almost see Manhattan in the distance.
Heres where I hang out all day, my mission control station. No, I didn't eat that black banana.
Some Fridays the team gets together and we have lunch in the cafeteria where there is a perfect view of Central Park across the street.
Then, like I said, I got distracted with work and commuting home and didn't shoot any pictures. I wish I was the type with endless energy and I would go out and party on Friday nights but, alas, I'm not. I prefer to stay at home and drink beer, order in Japanese food and work on fun top-secret projects.