There's something about rushing off to work and seeing something that just makes you think, 'today is going to be a good day.' While I filled up with petrol, the petrol attendant was whistling Für Elise, one of my favourite pieces and later I saw a homeless man, sitting in his wheel chair, sharing his bread with the pigeons. After three days of miserable, overcast weather, the sun is out and the sky is blue. I'm off on a staff outing to Libra Vision to eat croissants, drink coffee and listen to somebody talk to us about something. Despite my loathing for Rebecca Black, I have her dreadful song stuck in my head and I have to day, it's Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday...
Bring on the weekend.
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