As for me, I am going go home after work, clean old, crusty dog poop off of a dog cage, and maybe drink a beer or four.
Can anyone beat that?
Well, I was going to go home after work, hope I don’t have to clean up crusty old dog poop, and make some spicy-as-hell beef vindaloo, but now I think I might have to stop and get a beer or four to drink, too.
You mean there’s more to life than crusty dog poop and a beer or 4? I gotta get out more…
Well, I don’t have much access to dog poop, but I definitely have a beer or four. The mainly exciting thing I’m going to do is restrain myself from destroying the TV if Bush interrupts Survivor for a Social Security speech.
Thursdays are pretty good days for me. I’ll go right from work to the Dojo. If I get there early enough I can catch the last half of my daughters’ class. Then I’ll help out in the Adult Beginners class, leading a group in kihon or “providing energy”, advice and encouragement while someone else leads. Then I’ll be a student in Adult Intermediate class. I’ll head for home completely spent and feeling great.
For dinner I’ll have Captain Crunch with Crunchberries - chock full of fiber, you know. I’ll read a little bit - I’m almost done with Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
I’m going to go home, make whatever my son wants for his birthday dinner, and watch him glow when we hand him an iPod Mini.
Then I’ll drink a beer or four. 
I’m going to the premiere of a documentary I’m interviewed in at the Museum of Modern Art tonight, followed by a Q&A session.
[Casually brushes lint off her tiara]
I’m considering moving. I wasn’t until I walked into the leasing office to have the maintenance staff look at a water problem in my unit. But the property manager said the best unit in the complex is coming available next month.
At least it has nothing to do with crusty old dog poop, however, I may need a beer or four to decide.
“This must be Thursday,” said Arthur musing to himself, sinking low over his beer [or four - 
], “I never could get the hang of Thursdays.” - The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Today was class, then a little work. Meh.
You had to remind me about the dog poop, didn’t you? I’ve got tickets in my pocket for a midnight showing of Hitchhiker’s (which may technically not count at today) and here you’re reminding me of the canine scatology waiting in my back yard. And it rained last night. Pooh on you.
Anyone want to wager that I’ll blow it off? I’m guessing that it’s about a 50/50 proposition. So there may or may not be dog poop in my future, but there will definitely be no beers. Although I’m getting a grip on this particular Thursday, I just never got the hang of beers.
I have no pets and no kids, and I’m enjoying it while I can.
After work, I’m going to look at an apartment with my step-sister and her boyfriend, who are my future roommates. Then I’m going to go home, whip up something tasty for dinner, open a bottle of wine and sing along to Hedwig and the Angry Inch with my incredibly cute boyfriend of one week. For desert, we’ll be having hot monkey sex. sighs dreamily
I’m going to stop the evil Dr. Vahzilok from infecting Paragon CIty with a plague! Thank God I have my battle armor!
I’m getting ready for a road trip. Massive loads of laundry are part of the festivities, as well as queries about where certain things of mine are that I loaned out (my sleeping bags amongst other things).
Oh, and save the world from Evil. Yeah, that’s the ticket. 
Dr. Vahzilok! Hmm … maybe the most interesting thing I do tonight will be reinstall City of Heroes and finally join C.E.C.I.L…
…while having a beer or four, of course.
Ah yes, I must not forget to make an attempt at having hot monkey sex with my fiancee after I am done scraping and scrubbing dog poop off of a cage for the better part of an hour. I am willing to wager that I get shot down.
Something about dog poop caked under my fingernails seems to turn the ladies right off…
We’re going out for dinner for my sister’s 44th birthday tonight (Damn, she’s old! Well, a lot older than me, anyway ) We’ll eat, watch her open her presents, and likely have a beer or four (except my grandma, who prefers whiskey-water).
I’m going to go home and fight the good fight against acquarium algae and fish fungus.
Then, I’ll probably help my son write a story about spiders from outer space, which is his homework assignment for this week.
Then dinner, baths, and finding out what Count Olaf is up to this time.
There will be no beer involved, unless the fish wants some.
I’m going home to shred newspaper in preparation for the return of my newly spayed Kitten. All night long, the older cats will be starring at me, thinking “Is She gone? Is She Really gone? Me-oooow!!! Can I have her Treats…?”
Perhaps you could give her a beer or four first:D