My week was filled with expletives; less those of confidence and self-punting and more those of frustration and extreme despondency. I thank God for instant pick me ups like Michael Jackson songs whose lyrics you know because your mother wouldn't stop playing his greatest hits album at a certain stage in your childhood. And I am always thankful for Fridays (and Friday drinks at Grotto Mojito).
Happy Weekend everyone, and enjoy the Michael throwback.