Friday, Friday, Friday!

I LOVE Friday...I think it's the best day of the weekend (while technically it's not the weekend). See, all my anticipation for the weekend is about to burst on Friday, but by the time I get to Saturday, the countdown to the end of the weekend has begun. I get like this on vacation. The best day of the vacation? The day before I leave. I just relish in the thought of all the days I have. Now, I do have fun on vacation, and make the best of it, yet, I can't help but feel that time is ticking. Weird, huh?