cracking the knuckles

The end of the week is as sweet to me as a spankin' new episode of The Office or when I can crack every single one of my knuckles including my thumbs, or no wait, it's EVEN BETTER:

I can see tiny little angel children floating around my desk as we speak.

And yeah, Milo will probably be angry with me when I get home, and I'm out of spinach and I desperately need to wash my hair, but hey! I can sleep in tomorrow! I can have wine tonight as late as I want! Suddenly things are looking up.