Sometimes you end up with a lonely Friday. And sometimes you have to eat a microwave dinner on Fri night. And sometimes the plastic is too hot for your hands to hold on the way out of the microwave. And sometimes you have to regrab mid run to the fringes that hold the film and as you are running to the TV tray saying "fuck fuck fuck" with burning hands, the wind from your sock-footed running cools the tray into a U shape and your food falls out. Didn't teach us that shit on TGIF. But that's life