"Friday" doesn't really exist, you know. There's no Friday in nature. Your dog doesn't sit around and wonder if today is Friday. It's purely an imaginary thing we made up so we could say TGIF. It's staggering to think about how much our lives are driven by made-up stuff. I staggered just now thinking about it. Hours, minutes, laws, borders, ideas, religions, rules, it's all this giant jury-rigged gerrymandered duct-taped rube-goldberg contraption that would collapse in a heap if it weren't imaginary. And yet we meekly stand inside it as if we were caged. Think I'll step out for a moment, have a smoke.