Stuck on a tropical island

For some reason, pub night is taking place now, in the middle of the afternoon. We are having some beers, empanadas. That doesn't mean we are getting along right now.
(the old ball and chain).

This whole day has been a waste. Nothing done in terms of writing. Nothing done in terms of cleaning. Simpy nothing done.

Why don't I feel like thanking anyone because it is Friday??