I love Friday nights. They mainly consist of me wishing I had plans, and still thinking that there's time to make plans.
The only reason I'm taking time to type this is because I'm on a therapy pain relief ball and shouldn't drive. As soon as I get off this ball I have metal that needs filed/sanded, and a bunch of witches to watch on Netflix.
Seriously if you have not watched Witches of East End, do so now! I know it's really a novel, and I would read it but I'm stuck on NOS4A2. Ok, I've been stuck on this book for 3 - 4 years. It's possible that demonic children stuck in a place called Christmasland is just too over the top for me.