yep. and you spend the long trip home from a long day's work nodding off on the train, a thin line of drool dripping from the side of your mouth...

you're tired. you're dead tired...dog tired. you can fall asleep while standing... you turn off the mp3 player, even nirvana's teen spirit can't shake this deadness off...

your ass hurts, your hammies hurt, your knees are shot, you've only got 3 bucks cash on you and the gas still hasn't been turned on in your new apartment. you hobble up the steps and pass the friday night revelers bursting from bar door seams. they're all happy. they're all happily drunk...and you..you just want fucken dinner, a beer and some sleep...

say goodnight friday, goodnight...