I love those seemingly endless Friday nights. Those beautiful moments that make us forget that the world is still going on as usual on Saturday mornings. That's what happened to me last week: I got home late. Not too late, but late enough to make me want to throw my alarm clock against the wall on Saturday morning. As you might expect, I'm not the kind of person who wakes up smiling. Aside from the violent moment with the alarm clock, Saturday m…
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I love those seemingly endless Friday nights. Those beautiful moments that make us forget that the world is still going on as usual on Saturday mornings. That's what happened to me last week: I got home late. Not too late, but late enough to make me want to throw my alarm clock against the wall on Saturday morning. As you might expect, I'm not the kind of person who wakes up smiling. Aside from the violent moment with the alarm clock, Saturday m…