Friday afternoons suck...
This colleague asking me out to a winebar for a couple before she meets friends.
That colleague talking about having some wine and watching TV soon as she gets home.
Friends who want to know if I can make happy hour.
Possible dinner plans at a restaurant where I know I'll be surrounded by beer and wine and booze.
I know all the sober possibilities that I could do. Some Fridays just suck, that's all.