Thank God it's freakin' Friday.
This week could not have been any longer.
And this afternoon, if it could go wrong at work, it did.
So in my end of day haze, when my eyes feel like they're bleeding and I'm counting down the minutes until I can finally get AWAY, up pops Richard Marx's tweet, which made me smile.
He will never live that mullet down. Just never. Which is strangely comforting.
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