it's frrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiii daaaaaaaaaaay

do you ever think something a bunch of times and suddenly notice that you've thought it a million times and never vocalized it? there should be a name for this.

this week, as i was riding back to chicago with A&T, i realized that it was time for me to take some daily drugs. as i took them, i said aloud, "AZT break". amy and tara laughed, but startled laugh, half at how inapprop it was, and half at the fact that i had become someone who referenced Rent. seriously, nerd alert. after i said it, i thought - have i never said that out loud before? because i think it twice a day. and then i thought, no, i hadn't.

when we were driving around columbus, we took a strange route at one point that just happened to be the back way from my grandma vera's house to my childhood home. as we drove it, i realized that one hill in between the two places always ran through my head when i invision driving, even though i hadn't driven it for years, and probably didn't drive it much once i had a license.

...and the title of this post. when i feel stressed out from a week, and friday hits, i almost always think the above. say it with a screechy female voice with some strange bravado, and you have the 80s disc jockey Suzie Wadd, from Columbus, who wailed her patented tarzanian cry at the end of each workweek. can i get some columbus love up in here? when i was little and dj images weren't so readily available, i imagined Suzie Wadd looked like Grace Jones, only to find out she looked more like Jean Smart. anyway, the irony of me belting this anthem that is intended to be a shake off of your week is - well, typically, mine has only just begun with 7 shows ahead. either way... thanks for nothing, wadd.

you've gotta have something you do this with. dig deep.

and, sidebar: why don't i ever play suzie wadd in scenes? mental checkmark.