As is becoming more common on Friday mornings (at least mid-school year), I woke this today feeling like I’d trucked through the last mile of a marathon. There’s always so much going on, so much to do, and so much to keep track of, that by the time the start of the weekend rolls around, these old batteries could use a blast of recharging.
I figured Mega Man could help me out in that case, because the dude never tires and always has a pretty impressive pop to his step. I’m probably not ready to jump quite like he can, but he saw me through the day and safely to the weekend in earnest.
Hope you’ve got some energy left for your weekend, kids. Now get out there and enjoy. Oh, and, try not to set the place on fire.
Or, I guess, blast it with a plasma gun attached to your arm, either.
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