Addicted to Excitement

When I was in high school, Fridays were really exciting--the beginning of the weekend! A surge of energy ran through my body: it was party time. On the outside, I'd been "good" all week, while on the inside I either was remorseful about my drunken behavior the weekend before (having done things I normally wouldn't have done sober), or secretly longing for the coming weekend when I could have more fun. The remorse had usually subsided by Thursday, so by Friday I was primed.