every friday just about midnight, all my problems seem to disappear

I want it to be summer time again.

I want to shot gun beers with friends on a porch.

I want to run around in the rain and injure my foot in the rhododendron forest.

I want to quit my job on a whim just to hang out.

I want to frolic through a barren kent.

I want to sleep until 4 everyday and not feel bad about it.

I want anything but this godawful finals week.