Yeah, I’m late. Certainly not the words a man wants to hear from a woman he’s been sleeping with, but fine for a delayed Eff Em Friday.
I’m tired. Very tired.
Most of it is my fault. Actually, all of it is my fault. Between that retreat and the 100th anniversary celebration of the greatest fraternity in the universe, I’ve expended all my social energy and look forward to a relaxing and alcohol-free weekend with Couchneesha. All I plan to get done is 2 hours of studying and 2 blog posts. If I can accomplish those things, I’ll consider it a major success.
I’m not gonna drop any eff ems today. Despite my fatigue, it was a great week full of food for thought — much of which will be translated into future posts. Feel free to drop eff ems if you have em. I’ll catch you on the flipside when my eyes aren’t red and my contact lenses don’t feel like they crossed burning sands.
Have a great weekend.